April is Poetry month

Remember   — Christina Rossetti
Remember me when I am gone away,
         Gone far away into the silent land;
         When you can no more hold me by the hand,
     Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
     Remember me when no more day by day
         You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
         Only remember me; you understand
     It will be late to counsel then or pray.
     Yet if you should forget me for a while
         And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
         For if the darkness and corruption leave
         A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
     Better by far you should forget and smile
         Than that you should remember and be sad.

Autumn — Walter de la Mare
There is a wind where the rose was;
cold rain where sweet grass was;
and clouds like sheep
stream o'er the steep
grey skies where the lark was.
Nought gold where you hair was;
nought warm where your hand was;
but phantom,forlorn,
beneath the thorn,
your ghost where your face was.
Sad winds where your voice was;
tears, tears where my heart was;
and ever with me
child,ever with me,
silence where hope was.

I am Like a Rose — D.H. Lawrence
I am myself at last; now I achieve
My very self, I, with the wonder mellow,
Full of fine warmth, I issue forth in clear
And single me, perfected from my fellow.

Here I am all myself.  No rose-bush heaving
Its limpid sap to culmination has brought
Itself more sheer and naked out of the green
In stark-clear roses, than I to myself am brought.