living naked and dying naked. Our oxen are lost, but in fact it is not that important where they are gone. Translated by Meifu Wang & Michael Soper 我的牛群丢失了(选自组诗:爱与歌) 聂勒 告诉您,我的女儿 我们的牛群丢失了 您一定会问爸爸 它们去了哪里 我也不知道 我的女儿 我也问自己,它们...
That dying chose the living world for text And never could have rested in the tomb But that, long travelling, he had come Towards nightfall upon certain set apart In a most desolate stony place, Towards nightfall upon a race Passionate and simple like his heart. ...
Here are some additional poem titles about death: "To an Athlete Dying Young" by A. E. Housman "Death Be Not Proud" by John Donne "When Death Comes" by Mary Oliver "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe "Not Waving but Drowning" by Stevie Smith ...
Ah, too late;–she found her loverCalm and free beneath his vine,Drinking to the Spring-time over,In his best autumnal wine. Thus may we, as years are flying,To their flight our pleasures suit,Nor regret the blossoms dying,While we still may taste the fruit,Oh, while days like this ...
The whole world of the smiling girl in he above photo is long gone, but her smile still speaks to us. It tells us that, even in Ancient Rome, there was something to laugh about. When I took the picture on Friday, I did not note the provenance of the figurine, but I wonder if it...
Severn writes, "Keats raves till I am in a complete tremble for him...about four, the approaches of death came on. [Keats said] 'Severn—I—lift me up—I am dying—I shall die easy; don't be frightened—be firm, and thank God it has come.' I lifted him up in my arms. The...
Then soul live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; Within be fed, without be rich no more, So shall thou feed on death, that feeds on men, And death once dead, there's no more dying then. 147 My ...
and workshopped grief. I have grieved my father’s dying for the three-and-a-half years before his death: an anticipatory grief; a preparatory grief; a preemptive grief. Lorry reminded me, however, that the grief will come, in all its aspects, the anger, the regrets, the deadening sad...
Also poems about occasions and the seasons viz birthdays, Christmas, easter, leaving, moving, wedding, marriage, funeral, death, loss, grief, dying, missing someone, retirement, spring, summer,poems about people and relationships including poems about boys, girls,women, men,poems about animals, ...
–I was dying. In my soul, singular illness,desire and horror were mingled as one:anguish and living hope, no factious bile.The more the fatal sand ran out, the moreacute, delicious my torment: my heart entirewas tearing itself away from the world I saw....