by W. H. Auden I He disappeared in the dead of winter： The brooks were frozen， the airports almost deserted， And snow disfigured the public statues； T...
by W. H. Auden When there are so many we shall have to mourn， when grief has been made so public， and exposed to the critique of a whole epoch the fra...
by Anna Akhmatova Translated by Max Hayward and Stanley Kunitz Here is my gift， not roses on your grave， not sticks of burning incense. You lived aloo...
by Edward Hirsch Lay these words into the dead man's grave next to the almonds and black cherries—— tiny skulls and flowering blood-dr...
by A. R. Ammons This is just a place： we go around， distanced， yearly in a star's atmosphere， turning daily into and out of direct light and slant...
by Albert Bigelow Paine The long， gray moss that softly swings In solemn grandeur from the trees， Like mournful funeral draperies，—— A bro...
by Mahmoud Darwish Translated by Fady Joudah In Jerusalem， and I mean within the ancient walls， I walk from one epoch to another without a memory to g...
by Pattiann Rogers This is about no rain in particular， just any rain， rain sounding on the roof， any roof， slate or wood， tin or clay or thatch， any ...
by Ralph Angel As if you actually died in that dream and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines tumble toward the ceiling. A delicate lizard sits o...
by Giorgianna Orsini Hidden away in the music you found my hand. I might have been the prettiest there in a dress I‘d sewed. I felt sure of you，...