W.S. Merwin Quotes (Author of The Shadow of Sirius)
The Sailing Ship - A Poem About Death
Spiritual Poems about Death
Writer and broadcaster Clive James is "saying goodbye" through his poetry. Read Japanese Maple , James' poignant reflection on mortality and the glory of nature. Watch the film. Hosting an event that takes the end of life or bereavement as its theme? Tell us about it and we'll help you promote it. Share your event. Poetry can sometimes help in dealing with grief and loss.
Research has shown that people live longer when they are surrounded by people they love. We are beings that thrive in community and it is not healthy to deny ourselves human contact. For people that live alone, even a pet has been shown to increase the lifespan for as much as five to seven years. Those of us that have blessed with family or friends have been given a gift. They can join you in time of celebration and also in times of tragedy. Having family or friends to support you as you go through tragedy is of monumental importance.
Last Updated on October 24, Sometimes regular words are not enough. Composing your own memorial poetry is a wonderful excercise which helps you work through and express your grief and love, but rare is the person who can craft words to say exactly what they want to say. This is where funeral poems can be extraordinarily helpful. Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
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.
Death is life's greatest mystery. What happens when our soul leaves our body is the most important question in the world. The answer will affect how we live our lives. The world is plagued with the question of what comes after this. When we are faced with the death of a friend or relative, we are stunned with grief. We don't understand, he was here and now he's not, where did he go?