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I died for beauty — but was scarce : Emily Dickinson : : Death Poems : :

I died for beauty — but was scarceI died for beauty — but was scarceAdjusted in the TombWhen One who died for Truth, was lainIn an adjoining Room — He questioned softly “Why I failed?”“For Beauty,” I replied —“And I — for Truth — Themselves are One —We Brethren, are,” He said — And so,Continue reading “I died for beauty — but was scarce : Emily Dickinson : : Death Poems : :”

I Heard A Fly Buzz When I Died : Emily Dickinson : : Death Poems : :

Emily Dickinson : : : : I Heard A Fly Buzz When I died : : : : 591 : : Written in 1862 : : : : I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –The Stillness in the RoomWas like the Stillness in the Air –Between the Heaves of Storm –. 4Continue reading “I Heard A Fly Buzz When I Died : Emily Dickinson : : Death Poems : :”

I Will Tell You How The Sun Rose : Emily Dickinson : : Death Poems : :

Emily Dickinson I’ll tell you how the Sun rose (204)I’ll tell you how the Sun rose – A Ribbon at a time – The Steeples swam in Amethyst – The news, like Squirrels, ran – The Hills untied their Bonnets – The Bobolinks – begun –Then I said softly to myself –“That must have beenContinue reading “I Will Tell You How The Sun Rose : Emily Dickinson : : Death Poems : :”

My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close — : Emily Dickinson : : Death Poems : :

My life closed twice before its close—It yet remains to seeIf Immortality unveilA third event to me 4 So huge, so hopeless to conceive 5As these that twice befell.Parting is all we know of heaven.And all we need of hell 8 — Emily Dickinson: : : : : : : : ” My Life ClosedContinue reading “My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close — : Emily Dickinson : : Death Poems : :”

Because I Could Not Stop For Death : Emily Dickinson : : Death Poems : :

“Because I Could Not Stop For Death” (479) : : By Emily Dickinson: ( ) Because I could not stop for Death –He kindly stopped for me –The Carriage held but just Ourselves –And Immortality. 4 We slowly drove – He knew no hasteAnd I had put awayMy labor and my leisure too,For His CivilityContinue reading “Because I Could Not Stop For Death : Emily Dickinson : : Death Poems : :”

The Mower : Philips Larkin : : Death Poems : :

Philip Larkin (1922-1985) The Mower The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I foundA hedgehog jammed up against the blades,Killed. It had been in the long grass. I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.Now I had mauled its unobtrusive worldUnmendably. Burial was no help: Next morning I got up and it did not.The firstContinue reading “The Mower : Philips Larkin : : Death Poems : :”

Inscription in St Mary Magdalene Church, Milk Street, Lindon : Anonymous : ( 1 ) : : Upon the Death of Sir Albert Morton’s Wife : Sir Henry Wotton : ( 2 ) : : The Bustle in a House : EMILY DICKINSON : ( 3 ) : An Epitaph : A E Housman : ( 4 ) : : Death : W B Yeats : ( 5 ) : : Short Poems : Death Poems : :

1. : : Anonymous, ‘Inscription in St Mary Magdalene Church, Milk Street, London : :: Grass of levity,Span in brevity,Flowers’ felicity,Fire of misery,Winds’ stability,Is mortality. Included in the wonderfully expansive Penguin Book of English Verse, this short inscription about mortality runs, in full : is A fine example of the memento mori, literally set inContinue reading “Inscription in St Mary Magdalene Church, Milk Street, Lindon : Anonymous : ( 1 ) : : Upon the Death of Sir Albert Morton’s Wife : Sir Henry Wotton : ( 2 ) : : The Bustle in a House : EMILY DICKINSON : ( 3 ) : An Epitaph : A E Housman : ( 4 ) : : Death : W B Yeats : ( 5 ) : : Short Poems : Death Poems : :”

When I am dead, my dearest : Christina Rossetti : : Death Poems : :

SongWhen I am dead, my dearest,Sing no sad songs for me;Plant thou no roses at my head,Nor shady cypress tree:Be the green grass above meWith showers and dewdrops wet:And if thou wilt, remember,And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows,I shall not feel the rain;I shall not hear the nightingaleSing on asContinue reading “When I am dead, my dearest : Christina Rossetti : : Death Poems : :”

Going : Philips Larkin : : Death Poems : :

“Going” : : There is an evening coming inAcross the fields, one never seen before,That lights no lamps. Silken it seems at a distance, yetWhen it is drawn up over the knees and breastIt brings no comfort. Where has the tree gone, that lockedEarth to the sky? What is under my hands,That I cannot feel?Continue reading “Going : Philips Larkin : : Death Poems : :”

One Sea-Side Grave : Christina Georgina Rossetti : : Death Poems : :

Unmindful of the roses,Unmindful of the thorn,A reaper tired reposesAmong his gathered corn:So might I, till the morn! Cold as the cold Decembers,Past as the days that set,While only one remembersAnd all the rest forget, –But one remembers yet. Christina Georgina Rossetti “One Sea-Side Grave” A 10 Lines , short ‘Death Poem’ by Christina GeorginaContinue reading “One Sea-Side Grave : Christina Georgina Rossetti : : Death Poems : :”