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I am in another room poem.
In the next room.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
Abdul qayyum mulla 4 22 2020 1 56 00 am never death is nothing at all dear when the times of food end that time for death god knows about everything i am poet i can understand you but my right is teach what wrong so i teach you but i could not level of you your poem in top of hots poems congratulation dear poet abdul qayyum mulla.
Think of me in a flower think of me in the rain think of me when you hear the larks sweet refrain enjoy the warm sunlight i ll chase away the cold cherish what we shared.
Call me by the old familiar name.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am i and you are you and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched unchanged.
Call me by my old familiar name speak to me in the easy way which you always used put no difference in your tone wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Have you ever read the lovely poem about i m just in the next room we all think about heaven being up in the sky or way yonder miles away from us we talk about our dear ones being beyond the veil we feel they are so far from us beyond our scope of ever seeing them again but do we realise they are actually just in the next room the.
I am i and you are you and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched unchanged.
Call me by the old familiar name.
The author henry scott holland 1847 1918 a priest at st.
It does not count.
More about this poem in another room i am drinking eggs from a boot by frank stanford about this poet born in 1948 stanford was a prolific poet known for his originality and ingenuity.
He has been dubbed a swamprat rimbaud by lorenzo thomas and one of the great voices of death by franz wright.
This poem is often read at funerals.
Whatever we were to each other that we are still.
I am i and you are you.
I have only slipped away into the next room i am i and you are you whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Death is nothing at all.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we shared together.
Into the next room.
Paul s cathedral of london did not intend it as a poem it was actually delivered as part of a sermon in 1910.
Whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Whatever we were to each other that we are still.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Call me by my old familiar name speak to me in the easy way which you always used put no difference in your tone wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
