“When I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow: when I see kings lying by those who deposed them, when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men that divided the world with their contests and disputes, I reflect with sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions, factions, and debates of mankind.” MenWorldHeartLittlesBeautifulLyingDesireParentSidesGriefCompassionMankindKingsMy HeartSorrowHolyCompetitionWitDebateVanityGrievingDividedContestsDisputesRivalsTombsFactionsAstonishmentEpitaphTombstoneHoly ManHeart Melt Book:The Spectator: With a Biographical and Critical Preface, and Explanatory Notes ... Source: The Spectator: With a Biographical and Critical Preface, and Explanatory Notes ...
“It is not hope but despair that gives us the measure of our ambitions. We may yield secretly to beautiful poems of hope but grief looms start and stripped of all veils.” GivingMayBeautifulGriefDespairAmbitionYieldVeils Author:Honore de Balzac
“Mourning has become unfashionable in the United States. The bereaved are supposed to pull themselves together as quickly as possible and to reweave the torn fabric of life. ... we do not allow ... for the weeks and months during which a loss is realized - a beautiful word that suggests the transmutation of the strange into something that is one's own.” StatesTogetherBeautifulLossUnitedGriefUnited StatesWeekStrangeMonthsMourningFabricTornBeautiful WordsTransmutationFabric Of Life Book:A Way of Seeing Source: A Way of Seeing
“I lifted the white cloth from the white face of the man that I had worshipped as an idol-looked upon as a demi-god. Notwithstanding the violence of the death of the President, there was something beautiful as well as grandly solemn in the expression of the placid face. There lurked the sweetness and gentleness of childhood, and the stately grandeur of godlike intellect. I gazed long at the face, and turned away with tears in my eyes and a choking sensation in my throat. Ah! never was man so widely mourned before. The whole world bowed their heads in grief when Abraham Lincoln died.” MenWorldWellsLongWholeEyeBeautifulFacesPresidentWhiteGriefViolenceChildhoodTearsHe ManExpressionDiedIntellectWhole WorldSensationsThroatIdolsSweetnessGentlenessSolemnChokeGrandeurAbrahamSomething BeautifulGodlikePlacidTears In My Eyes Author:Elizabeth Keckley
“Emily Kendal Frey's The Grief Performance is a book that condenses a journey of finding and re-finding loss into beautiful packages. The packages are the poems and they sit shiny and new on every page of this fabulous and generous book. I want to go into the world that these poems create, just so that I can be given these terrifying presents again and again. I know you will, too. See you there.” KnowsWorldWantI CanBookBeautifulGivenLossGriefJourneyFindingsPagesPerformancesGenerousAgain And AgainFabulousPackagesEmily Author:Dorothea Lasky
“In Advance of All Parting is a tough, unsentimental examination of marital grief. Musically elegant and inventive, understated and passionate, the poems give us a profound glimpse into how the events of a life can form a center of gravity that fixes the self in its force field. Theres a cold, truth-telling clarity about them that makes them as unsettling as they are beautiful. Ansie Baird has created a richly-drawn world in which this elemental drama plays out, and the result is vivid, startling poems in which pain has left its indelible tracks.” WorldGivingSelfPlayPainBeautifulFormLeftForceResultsGriefEventsFieldsColdDramaToughProfoundPassionateTrackClarityTelling The TruthGravityGlimpseElegantVividExaminationPartingElementalsIndelibleUnderstatedForce FieldsCenter Of Gravity Author:Chase Twichell
“How beautiful is sorrow when it is dressed by virgin innocence! it makes felicity in others seem deformed.” SeemsBeautifulGriefSorrowInnocenceVirginsFelicity Author:William Davenant