The Other World

It lies around us like a cloud,
A world we do not see;
Yet the sweet closing of an eye
May bring us there to be.

Its gentle breezes fan our cheek;
Amid our worldly cares,
Its gentle voices whisper love,
And mingle with our prayers.

Sweet hearts around us throb and beat,
Sweet helping hands are stirred,
And palpitates the veil between
With breathings almost heard.

The silence, awful, sweet, and calm,
They have no power to break;
For mortal words are not for them
To utter or partake.

So thin, so soft, so sweet, they glide,
So near to press they seem,
They lull us gently to our rest,
They melt into our dream.

And in the hush of rest they bring
'T is easy now to see
How lovely and how sweet a pass
The hour of death may be; -

To close the eye, and close the ear,
Wrapped in a trance of bliss,
And, gently drawn in loving arms,
To swoon to that - from this, -

Scarce knowing if we wake or sleep,
Scarce asking where we are,
To feel all evil sink away,
All sorrow and all care.

Sweet souls around us! watch us still;
Press nearer to our side;
Into our thoughts, into our prayers,
With gentle helpings glide.

Let death between us be as naught,
A dried and vanished stream;
Your joy be the reality,
Our suffering life the dream.

by Harriet Beecher Stowe

Comments (6)

Howard, This is stunning. For the singing and the sadness and the ribbons of metal curling so beautifully and for the perfection of the rendition of this singer through your pen. Glorious work. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
A wonderful write Robert. The manner in which art is unwittingly with us all the time. I wondered (having worked in factories) whether the narrative could have emphasised the need to alienate oneself from drudgery of work by singing. I reckon this piece touches that (it could be just me) . It begs the question of what is the importsant labour (this had always been a thorn for those who called themselve Marxists) . Is it the skill of the use of the voice or the repititional work for things that are necessary? My own view is that a society that cannot satisfactoraly answer this is sadly lacking. The structure of this is flawless and I feel that you have pored over each word. The use of simple language such as 'sang his heart out' is excellently deployed.
Great poem, Robert! So many dreams go unfulfilled as real life has a way of crushing them. Awesome ending line... well done! ! Brian
That's a lovely warm-hearted poem. Fairchild, Levine, would have liked it, I hope, Kooser too. And others I haven't yet read...
You have painted a word portrait of a great human being., Very fragile and very beautiful, Robert. Kind regards, Sandra
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