Death poems
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the ordinary again
© Rg Gregory
you are not interested in me
a receiver of food and a giver of shit
my brain knuckled under
in search of milk and paradise
© Rg Gregory
puddles idle in
the dips of surfaces
neglected for decades
On The Death Of Swinburne
© Sara Teasdale
He trod the earth but yesterday,
And now he treads the stars.
He left us in the April time
He praised so often in his rhyme,
He left the singing and the lyre and went his way.
from the Ansty Experience
© Rg Gregory
(a)
they seek to celebrate the word
not to bring their knives out on a poem
dissecting it to find a heart
from Proverbs of Hell
© Rg Gregory
isnt that what things with the palsy
are supposed to do lovely lake
give the world the miracle it waits for
what a laugh that would be
from crossing the line
© Rg Gregory
there was a great man
so great he couldn't be criticised in the light
who died
and for a whole week people turned up their collars over their ears
and wept with great gossiping
conturbat me
© Rg Gregory
martins death
has made me scared
of the old bat
that clings to the eaves
waiting to enter the house
peach-power
© Rg Gregory
peaches exude this thrall -
reminders of those luscious
whereabouts that lips
best find their precious sips
to cry let this be all
The Heart Cry
© Francis William Bourdillon
She turned the page of wounds and death
With trembling fingers. In a breath
The gladness of her life became
Naught but a memory and a name.
The Open Road
© Katharine Tynan
THE roads of the Sea
Are thronged with merchantmen;
East and West, North and South
They go and come again.
speedboats
© Rg Gregory
daggers skimmed in and out
of each other's wake
like speedboats
thirsting for death
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: LVI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Who has not wept with Manon? Of all tales
That thrill youth's fancy or to tears or mirth
None other is there where such grief prevails,
Such passionate pity for the loves of Earth.
avalanche
© Rg Gregory
all is still on this starless night
the mountain waits
quiescent as a cat
smoothing crag and chasm
to a white fur
Abolition Of Slavery In The District Of Columbia, 1862
© John Greenleaf Whittier
When first I saw our banner wave
Above the nation's council-hall,
Of The Nature Of Things: Book I - Part 01 - Proem
© Lucretius
Mother of Rome, delight of Gods and men,
Dear Venus that beneath the gliding stars
crematorium-return
© Rg Gregory
i)
ok the pair of you lie still
what's disturbing me need pass
no fretful hand over your peace
this world's vicissitudes are stale
fodder for you who feed the grass
