“When You’re Gone…” (R.I.P. Dolores O’Riordan)

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I saw the news just a few minutes ago, and I cannot express how empty it made me feel. The Cranberries music was with me during the happiest years of my life, and one of my favourite songs ever – When You’re Gone – played at my prom – and I danced to it, and I cried to it, and I felt melancholic, nostalgic and infinitely grateful for my school years, and so purely, naively happy to this song… I could not even think that just after a couple of years I would listen to it to remember Dolores. I will never ever hear her live. I envy people who have. But I am also happy that her voice and her music has been – and always will be – part of my life.

This is not the most poetic and eloquent text to write to honour one of your favourite performers, but I just had to get it out before I started crying. Now that I have sung out the whole previous paragraph in a low, faulty voice, I really feel better. And maybe I am ready to write a piece of poetry – just to write something beautiful for Dolores. For myself. To know that I tried to thank her for the beautiful music she has filled my life with.

Do not judge me too severely. The poem is improvised, not prepared in advance. I want it to be as natural and sincere as possible.

Don’t ever close your lips,
Don’t turn the volume down,
The world has gone to sleep,
The sun has just gone down,
Don’t ever stop your song,
No matter we wake up,
Our love for you is strong,
We’ll turn the volume up,
We will not sleep a night,
As long as you sound near,
As long as the Earth turns right,
As long as we can hear.
But when you fall asleep,
The world will be your dream,
The sun’ll kiss your closed lips
With one last wandering beam,
And we’ll go on awake,
With your voice in our lives,
Our hearts, souls – for your sake,
To keep you here. Alive.

Cathy

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To Diana

Car. Crash. Eyes. Closed.
We haven’t saved the rose.
Don’t cry. Do love.
Twenty years is not enough:
Still. Hurts. Still. Aches.
Our pain lies awake.
She was there. For us. No more.
We are there. We live. For her.

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Diana, Princess of Wales (July 1, 1961 – August 31, 1997)

Cathy

Nine-Days Flower (to Lady Jane Grey)

Look back into dusty past.

July brought two queens in a row:
After the Twain hero died,
Naming Jane for the regal role,
Enemies were not to hide.

Glued to dreams of crown and power
Ready came the Bloody Mary.
End of life of a nine-days flower.
You have found it all too scary…

LadyJane

Cathy

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