The main character Antoine, met a British woman on a train who was going to read this poem at her friend's funeral in France. The train was stopped for a few hours because a woman had just committed suicide by kneeling on the track. Doesn't that all sound delightful.
I had never heard of the poet or the poem so of course I had to research it. I'm not even sure why I posted it here.
As far as the book, I had read Sarah's Key by the same author and loved it and couldn't wait to read this one but I was so disappointed. It just dragged on and on. It was about as interesting as my memoir is going to be.
(1830-1894)
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.
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