for Philip Levine
Donald Justice has died twice:
once in Miami, in the sun, on a Sunday,
and once in Iowa City, on a Friday
in August, which was not without
its own sun—if not bright spot.
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.
|2017||Where the Sky Meets the Earth||W. Todd Kaneko|
|2014||When They Die We Change Our Minds About Them||Jennifer Michael Hecht|
|2006||What Came to Me||Jane Kenyon|
|1896||Warm Summer Sun||Mark Twain|
|2009||Untitled [This is what was bequeathed us]||Gregory Orr|
|2009||The World as Seen Through a Glass of Ice Water||Dobby Gibson|
|1992||The Wild Iris (audio only)||Louise Glück|
|2015||The Sadness of Clothes||Emily Fragos|
|The Incomprehensibility||Nick Flynn|