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Gaius Valerius Catullus
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FURTHER READING
Poems About Funerals
In Memoriam, [To Sleep I give my powers away]
by Lord Alfred Tennyson
A Refusal to Mourn the Death, by Fire, of a Child in London
by Dylan Thomas
Age and Death
by Emma Lazarus
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
by Emily Dickinson
Bomb Crater Sky
by Lam Thi My Da
Driven across many nations (101)
by Gaius Valerius Catullus
For the Union Dead
by Robert Lowell
Fugue of Death
by Paul Celan
In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae
Night Funeral in Harlem
by Langston Hughes
O Captain! My Captain!
by Walt Whitman
Question
by May Swenson
Song ["When I am dead, my dearest"]
by Christina Rossetti
Suddenly
by Sharon Olds
The Earth Opens and Welcomes You
by Abdellatif Laâbi
The World as Seen Through a Glass of Ice Water
by Dobby Gibson
Untitled [This is what was bequeathed us]
by Gregory Orr
What Came to Me
by Jane Kenyon
Other Elegies
Allegorical Baraka
by Anne Waldman
Another Elegy
by Jericho Brown
Driven across many nations (101)
by Gaius Valerius Catullus
Dusk
by Margo Berdeshevsky
Elegy for my husband
by Toi Derricotte
Elegy in X Parts [Kafka said, A book]
by Matt Rasmussen
Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
by Thomas Gray
Etta's Elegy
by Maureen Seaton
For the Union Dead
by Robert Lowell
Friend,
by Jean Valentine
Fugue of Death
by Paul Celan
In Memory of W. B. Yeats
by W. H. Auden
Lycidas
by John Milton
Making Apple Sauce with my Dead Grandmother
by Bianca Stone
O Captain! My Captain!
by Walt Whitman
Suddenly
by Sharon Olds
Tigers
by Melissa Ginsburg
To An Athlete Dying Young
by A. E. Housman
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By ways remote and distant waters sped (101)

 
by Gaius Valerius Catullus
translated by Aubrey Beardsley

By ways remote and distant waters sped,
Brother, to thy sad grave-side am I come,
That I may give the last gifts to the dead,
And vainly parley with thine ashes dumb:
Since she who now bestows and now denies
Hath ta'en thee, hapless brother, from mine eyes.
But lo! these gifts, the heirlooms of past years,
Are made sad things to grace thy coffin shell;
Take them, all drenched with a brother's tears, 
And, brother, for all time, hail and farewell!



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