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10 Beautiful Poems About Death
Today I want to share a few of my favorites with you that cover the most complex topics of all: life and death. So without further ado, here are my top 10 favorite poems on life, death, and everything else in between:. Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was.
I will be with you in the grave on the night you leave behind your shop and your family. When you hear my soft voice echoing in your tomb, you will realise that you were never hidden from my eyes. I am the pure awareness within your heart, with you during joy and celebration, suffering and despair. The euphoria of love will sweep over your grave; it will bring wine and friends, candles and food. When the light of realisation dawns, shouting and upheaval will rise up from the graves! The dust of ages will be stirred by the cities of ecstasy, by the banging of drums, by the clamor of revolt! Dead bodies will tear off their shrouds and stuff their ears in fright— What use are the senses and the ears before the blast of that Trumpet?
So, for the weekend, ten poems about death that will make you—or at any rate, make me—want to go on living. Now, no doubt there are an infinite number of poems that fit into this highly subjective category, so feel free to add on to this starter-list in the comments. That melts to a shriek. I turn and burn. Do not think I underestimate your great concern. Ash, ash— You poke and stir. Flesh, bone, there is nothing there——.
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Life Or Death Poetry Poems
During sad times, poetry can both rouse the spirits and calm the soul. Here are some classics that will always make for welcome reading. I do not sleep. Read the full poem. This charming poem actually has a trick up his sleeve.
If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam, And noon should burn, As it has usual done; If birds should build as early, And bees as bustling go,— One might depart at option From enterprise below! It make the parting tranquil And keeps the soul serene, That gentlemen so sprightly Conduct the pleasing scene! How wonderful is Death, Death, and his brother Sleep! There are cemeteries that are lonely, graves full of bones that do not make a sound, the heart moving through a tunnel, in it darkness, darkness, darkness, like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves, as though we were drowning inside our hearts, as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul. And there are corpses, feet made of cold and sticky clay, death is inside the bones, like a barking where there are no dogs, coming out from bells somewhere, from graves somewhere, growing in the damp air like tears of rain. Sometimes I see alone coffins under sail, embarking with the pale dead, with women that have dead hair, with bakers who are as white as angels, and pensive young girls married to notary publics, caskets sailing up the vertical river of the dead, the river of dark purple, moving upstream with sails filled out by the sound of death, filled by the sound of death which is silence. Death arrives among all that sound like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it, comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it, with no finger in it, comes and shouts with no mouth, with no tongue, with no throat.