I needed, for months after he died, to remember our rooms—
some lit by the trivial, others ample
with an obscurity that comforted us: it hid our own darkness.
So for months, duteous, I remembered:
rooms where friends lingered, rooms with our beds,
In times of loss, find poems of remembrance and comfort to provide the right words for the occasion. Browse our selection of poems about funerals, and for more, check out poems about loss in the themes menu.
|1928||Dirge Without Music||Edna St. Vincent Millay|
|2015||Hey Phil||Juan Felipe Herrera|
|1849||On the Death of Anne Brontë||Charlotte Brontë|
|1848||On the Death of Emily Jane Brontë||Charlotte Brontë|
|2015||Patsy Cline||Jennifer Chang|
|2015||Only as the Day Is Long||Dorianne Laux|
|2015||More Stones||Andrea Cohen|
|2015||The Sadness of Clothes||Emily Fragos|