Death poems
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Tones
© Madison Julius Cawein
A woman, fair to look upon,
Where waters whiten with the moon;
While down the glimmer of the lawn
The white moths swoon.
Idea XX
© Michael Drayton
An evil spirit, your beauty, haunts me still,Wherewith, alas, I have been long possess'd,Which ceaseth not to tempt me to each ill,Nor gives me once but one poor minute's rest
Wordsworth's Grave
© William Watson
The old rude church, with bare, bald tower, is here;
Beneath its shadow high-born Rotha flows;
Rotha, remembering well who slumbers near,
And with cool murmur lulling his repose
Sonnet XX: An Evil Spirit
© Michael Drayton
An evil spirit, your beauty haunts me still,
Wherewith, alas, I have been long possest,
Which ceaseth not to tempt me to each ill,
Nor gives me once but one poor minute's rest;
The Parting
© Michael Drayton
SINCE there 's no help, come let us kiss and part--
Nay, I have done, you get no more of me;
And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart,
That thus so cleanly I myself can free.
Bonaparte
© Sir Walter Scott
From a rude isle, his ruder lineage came.
The spark, that, from a suburb hovel's hearth
The City at the End of Things
© Archibald Lampman
Beside the pounding cataracts
Of midnight streams unknown to us
'Tis builded in the leafless tracts
And valleys huge of Tartarus.
Sonnet LXIII: Truce, Gentle Love
© Michael Drayton
Truce, gentle Love, a parley now I crave;
Methinks 'tis long since first these wars begun;
From the Drama of Charles II
© Douglas Brooke Wheelton Sladen
COME and kiss me, mistress Beauty,
I will give you all that s due tye.
Debtor
© Sara Teasdale
SO long as my spirit still
Is glad of breath
And lifts its plumes of pride
In the dark face of death;
Sonnet LXI: Since There's No Help
© Michael Drayton
Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part,
Nay, I have done, you get no more of me,
And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart,
That thus so cleanly I myself can free.
Irkalla's White Caves
© Kenneth Patchen
I believe that a young woman
Is standing in a circle of lions
In the other side of the sky.
When We Were Here Together
© Kenneth Patchen
when we were here together in a place we did not know, nor one
another.
A bit of grass held between the teeth for a moment, bright hair on the
wind.
Crossing Nation
© Allen Ginsberg
Sacramento valley rivercourse's Chinese
dragonflames licking green flats north-hazed
State Capitol metallic rubble, dry checkered fields
to Sierras- past Reno, Pyramid Lake's
blue Altar, pure water in Nevada sands'
brown wasteland scratched by tires
Self And Soul
© Madison Julius Cawein
It came to me in my sleep,
And I rose from my sleep and went
Out in the night to weep,
Over the bristling bent.
With my soul, it seemed, I stood
Alone in a moaning wood.
Bring Wine
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Bring wine, for I am suffering crop sickness from the vintage;
God has seized me, and I am thus held fast.
By loves soul, bring me a cup of wine that is the envy of the
sun, for I care aught but love.
On The Victory Obtained By Blake Over the Spaniards, In The Bay Of Scanctacruze, In The Island Of teneriff.1657
© Andrew Marvell
Now does Spains Fleet her spatious wings unfold,
Leaves the new World and hastens for the old:
But though the wind was fair, the slowly swoome
Frayted with acted Guilt, and Guilt to come:
Autumn Days
© Lord Alfred Douglas
I have been through the woods to-day
And the leaves were falling,
Summer had crept away,
And the birds were not calling.
Senec. Traged. Ex Thyeste Chor.2
© Andrew Marvell
Senec. Traged. ex Thyeste Chor.2.
Stet quicunque volet potens
Aulae culmine lubrico &c.
Wind From The East
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE Spring, so fair in her voting incompleteness,
Of late the very type of tender sweetness;
Now, through frail leaves and misty branches brown,
Looks forth, the dreary shadow of a frown
