“Perhaps, but I have eaten bitter decades up already, just to choke on what is something more divine than grief, having swallowed the glories such suffering brings.” PoetrySufferingHeavenGriefDivineGloryJill Alexander EssbaumWasted Years Book:Heaven Source: Heaven
“He is not here. Where did it go, my grief, my grief? Once you loved me on a hillside. I was pretty and tender as silence. Some things I knew well enough: first you love and then you lose. I had no idea there was nothing more.” PoetryHeavenLossGriefSadLost LoveDepressingJill Alexander EssbaumAll There Is Book:Heaven Source: Heaven
“Dizzy and cold, the stars are wearing veils of grief and weeping as if over me. Under such a sky the only sense I have of myself is senselessness—the indiscriminate aching in the spoon of my neck which comes like noise in the night, quick and hysterical, the breaking up of things that should not be so fragile.” PoetryHeavenStarsGriefSkyFragileJill Alexander Essbaum Book:Heaven Source: Heaven
