Grief

Easter 1916 by W. B. Yeats I have met them at close of day

Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley I met a traveller from an antique land

Facing It by Yusef Komunyakaa My black face fades,

Alabanza: In Praise of Local 100 by Martín Espada Alabanza. Praise the cook with the shaven head

I measure every Grief I meet (561) by Emily Dickinson I measure every Grief I meet

Memorial Day for the War Dead by Yehuda Amichai Memorial day for the war dead. Add now

September 1, 1939 by W. H. Auden I sit in one of the dives

In Louisiana by Albert Bigelow Paine The long, gray moss that softly swings

The Second Coming by W. B. Yeats Turning and turning in the widening gyre

Hum by Ann Lauterbach The days are beautiful

Stillbirth by Laure-Anne Bosselaar On a platform, I heard someone call out your name

To W.C.W. M.D. by Alfred Kreymborg There has been

The Stolen Child by W. B. Yeats Where dips the rocky highland

Surprised By Joy by William Wordsworth Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind

Richard Cory by Edwin Arlington Robinson Whenever Richard Cory went down town

Assault to Abjury by Raymond McDaniel Rain commenced, and wind did

The Widow's Lament in Springtime by William Carlos Williams Sorrow is my own yard

On His Deceased Wife by John Milton Me thought I saw my late espousèd Saint

Lycidas by John Milton Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more

Requiescat by Matthew Arnold Strew on her roses, roses

Against Elegies by Marilyn Hacker James has cancer. Catherine has cancer

Rose Aylmer by Walter Savage Landor Ah, what avails the sceptred race

The Gaffe by C. K. Williams If that someone who's me yet not me yet who judges me is always with me

The Hour and What Is Dead by Li-Young Lee Tonight my brother, in heavy boots, is walking

Hamlet, Act III, Scene I [To be, or not to be] by William Shakespeare To be, or not to be: that is the question

Breaking Across Us Now by Katie Ford I began to see things in parts again

The Dead by Joan Aleshire In poems I read, "the dead" always appear

Quiet Mourning by Laura Moriarty I keep gardenias

I Pack Her Suitcase with Sticks, Light the Tinder, and Shut the Lid by Rob Schlegel She used to sit on the forest floor

Dear Lonely Animal, by Oni Buchanan I'm writing to you from the loneliest, most

I Can Afford Neither the Rain by Holly Iglesias Nor the strip of light between the slats

Fairbanks Under the Solstice by John Haines Slowly, without sun, the day sinks

The Not Tale (Funeral) by Caroline Bergvall he great labour of appearance

Before by Carl Adamshick I always thought death would be like traveling

Curtains by Ruth Stone Putting up new curtains

Eulogy by Kevin Young To allow silence

That This by Susan Howe Day is a type when visible

Adonais, 49-52, [Go thou to Rome] by Percy Bysshe Shelley Go thou to Rome,--at once the Paradise

Day of Grief by Gerald Stern I was forcing a wasp to the top of a window

Pretty Polly by Jane Springer Who made the banjo sad & wrong?

The Words Under the Words by Naomi Shihab Nye My grandmother’s hands recognize grapes

I Found Her Out There by Thomas Hardy I found her out there

Song ["When I am dead, my dearest"] by Christina Rossetti When I am dead, my dearest,

December, 1919 by Claude McKay Last night I heard your voice, mother

here rests by Lucille Clifton my sister Josephine

Arise, Go Down by Li-Young Lee It wasn’t the bright hems of the Lord’s skirts