Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,|
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
W. H. Auden, from "Funeral Blues"
Death arrives among all that sound|
like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it,
comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it, with no
finger in it,
comes and shouts with no mouth, with no tongue, with no throat.
Nevertheless its steps can be heard
and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree.
Pablo Neruda, from "Nothing But Death"
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought|
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanished sight.
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.
William Shakespeare, Sonnet 30
A train went through a burial gate, |
A bird broke forth and sang,
And trilled, and quivered, and shook his throat
Till all the churchyard rang;
And then adjusted his little notes,
And bowed and sang again.
Doubtless, he thought it meet of him
To say good-by to men.
Emily Dickinson, "A train went through a burial gate"
Memorial day. Bitter salt is dressed up|
as a little girl with flowers.
The streets are cordoned off with ropes,
for the marching together of the living and the dead.
Children with a grief not their own march slowly,
like stepping over broken glass.
Yehuda Amichai, from "Memorial Day for the War Dead"
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: |
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
William Wordsworth, "Ode: Intimation of Immortality"
Do not go gentle into that good night,|
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas, "Do not go gentle into that good night"
Into this neutral air|
Where blind skyscrapers use
Their full height to proclaim
The strength of Collective Man,
Each language pours its vain
But who can live for long
In an euphoric dream;
Out of the mirror they stare,
And the international wrong.
W. H. Auden, from "September 1, 1939"
though dull were all we taste as bright, |
bitter all utterly things sweet,
maggoty minus and dumb death
all we inherit,all bequeath
and nothing quite so least as truth
i say though hate were why men breathe
because my Father lived his soul
love is the whole and more than all
e. e. cummings, from "my father moved through dooms of love"
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