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A Dirge
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Rough wind, that moanest loud
Grief too sad for song;
Wild wind, when sullen cloud
Knells all the night long;
At A Funeral
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I loved her too, this woman who is dead.
Look in my face. I have a right to go
And see the place where you have made her bed
Among the snow.
A New Year's Time At Willards's
© James Whitcomb Riley
There's old man Willards; an' his wife;
An' Marg'et-- S'repty's sister--; an'
There's me-- an' I'm the hired man;
An' Tomps McClure, you better yer life!
A Little Boys Vain Regret
© Edith Matilda Thomas
HE was six years old, just six that day,
And I saw he had something important to say
Autumn Song
© Sarojini Naidu
Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,
The wild wind blows in a cloud.
An Indian Love Song
© Sarojini Naidu
HeLift up the veils that darken the delicate moon
of thy glory and grace,
Withhold not, O love, from the night
of my longing the joy of thy luminous face,
Alabaster
© Sarojini Naidu
LIKE this alabaster box whose art
Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart,
Carven with delicate dreams and wrought
With many a subtle and exquisite thought.
A Night-Piece On Death
© Thomas Parnell
Those Graves, with bending Osier bound,
That nameless heave the crumbled Ground,
Quick to the glancing Thought disclose
Where Toil and Poverty repose.
An Improvisation For Angular Momentum
© Archie Randolph Ammons
Walking is like
imagination, a
single step
dissolves the circle
After Yesterday
© Archie Randolph Ammons
After yesterday
afternoon's blue
clouds and white rain
the mockingbird
Address To The Scholars Of The Village School Of ---
© William Wordsworth
Mourn, Shepherd, near thy old grey stone;
Thou Angler, by the silent flood;
And mourn when thou art all alone,
Thou Woodman, in the distant wood!
Autumn
© Rainer Maria Rilke
The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no."
"Ak, vidste Du, hvor jeg har syndet"
© Vilhelm Bergsoe
Ak, vidste Du, hvor jeg har syndet,
Og hvor min Brøde er stor,
A Song Of "Twenty-Nine"
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE summer dawn is breaking
On Auburn's tangled bowers,
An Die Schwalbe
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Die 12te Ode Anakreons.
Schwatzhafteste der Schwalben, sprich,
A Parodie
© George Herbert
Soul's joy, when thou art gone,
And I alone,
Which cannot be,
Because thou dost abide with me,
And I depend on thee;
An Hour Too Late
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I HAVE loved you, oh, how madly!
I have wooed you softly, sadly,
As the changeful years went by;
Yet you kept your haughty distance,
Yet you scorned my brave persistence,
While the long, long years went by.
At the Grave by Jonathan Greene: American Life in Poetry #2 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Many of us have felt helpless when we've tried to assist friends who are dealing with the deaths of loved ones. Here the Kentucky poet and publisher, Jonathan Greene, conveys that feeling of inadequacy in a single sentence. The brevity of the poem reflects the measured and halting speech of people attempting to offer words of condolence:
At the Grave
