Death Is Nothing At All
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
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.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
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Who wrote the poem "Death Is Nothing At All"?
Henry Scott Holland (January 27, 1847 – March 17, 1918)
Henry Scott Holland was Regius Professor of
Divinity at the University of Oxford and a canon of St. Paul’s Cathedral. He was
deeply interested in social justice and formed a group called PESEK (Politics,
Economics, Socialism, Ethics, and Christianity), which blamed capitalist
exploitation for urban poverty. He also founded the Christian Social Union to
provide direction to various social reforms.
"Death Is Nothing At All" explanation
This passage was not intended as a poem but
was a part of a sermon by Holland in May 1910, delivered at St. Paul’s
Cathedral after the death of King Edward VII. In the sermon, titled “Death the
King of Terrors,” Holland talked about contradictory perceptions to death: the
fear of the unknown and the belief in continuity. From his discussion of the
latter was drawn this famous passage, “Death is Nothing at All.”
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