Poems of Sorrow and Grieving
Naomi Shihab Nye
I who did not die, who am still living,
still lying in the backseat behind all my questions,
clenching and opening one small hand.
oh antic God
return to me
And did you still create me
And what was I like on the first day of my life
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, and then forever!
Lord Byron (George Gordon)
And thou art dead, as young and fair
As aught of mortal birth;
Edna St. Vincent Millay
I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
Wouldst thou hear what man can say
In a little? Reader, stay.
The world’s a world of trouble, your mother must have told you
that. Poison leaks into the basements
Dull to myself, and almost dead to these
My many fresh and fragrant mistresses
He could not die when trees were green,
For he loved the time too well
A fool I was to sleep at noon,
And wake when night is chilly
Paul Laurence Dunbar
This is the debt I pay
Just for one riotous day,
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Come, come thou bleak December wind,
And blow the dry leaves from the tree!