Death poems
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More Later, Less The Same
© James Tate
The common is unusually calm--they captured the storm
last night, it's sleeping in the stockade, relieved
Amoretti LXXV: One Day I Wrote Her Name
© Edmund Spenser
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Amoretti LXVIII: Most Glorious Lord of Life
© Edmund Spenser
Most glorious Lord of life, that on this day,
Didst make thy triumph over death and sin:
God's Judgment on a Wicked Bishop
© Robert Southey
The summer and autumn had been so wet,
That in winter the corn was growing yet,
'Twas a piteous sight to see all around
The grain lie rotting on the ground.
The Army of Death
© Charles Hamilton Sorley
When you see millions of the mouthless dead
Across your dreams in pale battalions go,
Jubilate Agno (excerpt)
© Christopher Smart
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.
Astrophel and Stella: XX
© Sir Philip Sidney
Fly, fly, my friends, I have my death wound, fly!
See there that boy, that murd'ring boy, I say,
Astrophel and Stella VII: WhenNature Made her Chief Work
© Sir Philip Sidney
When Nature made her chief work, Stella's eyes,
In colour black why wrapt she beams so bright?
Astrophel and Stella
© Sir Philip Sidney
Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes entendeth,
Which now my breast, surcharg'd, to musick lendeth!
To you, to you, all song of praise is due,
Only in you my song begins and endeth.
Written among the Euganean Hills North Italy
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
MANY a green isle needs must be
In the deep wide sea of Misery,
Untitled 2
© Tupac Shakur
With all this extra stressing the question I wonder is after death
After my last breath
In The Event Of My Demise
© Tupac Shakur
I have come 2 grips with the possibility
and wiped the last tear from My eyes
I Loved All who were Positive
In the event of my Demise
Sonnet XVIII: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
© William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Sonnet LXIV: When I Have Seen by Time's Fell Hand Defac'd
© William Shakespeare
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd
The rich proud cost of outworn buried age;
Sonnet 55
© William Shakespeare
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
The Dreamers
© Siegfried Sassoon
I see them in foul dug-outs, gnawed by rats,
And in the ruined trenches, lashed with rain,
Dreaming of things they did with balls and bats,
And mocked by hopeless longing to regain
Bank-holidays, and picture shows, and spats,
And going to the office in the train.
God
© Isaac Rosenberg
In his malodorous brain what slugs and mire,
Lanthorned in his oblique eyes, guttering burned!
The Second Elegy
© Rainer Maria Rilke
If only we too could discover a pure contained
human place our own strip of fruit-bearing soil
between river and rock. For our own heart always exceeds us
as theirs did. And we can no longer follow it gazing
into images that soothe it into the godlike bodies
where measured more greatly if achieves a greater repose.
