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“Unborn eternity does not die; existence is dying and falls asleep in the eternity beyond existence.”

Philosophy Poetry Quotes Literature Existence Dying Eternity Poetry Quotes Poets Dejan Stojanovic Unborn Literature Quotes Beyond The Sun Watches The Sun

Book:The Sun Watches the Sun

Source: The Sun Watches the Sun

“Sometimes I almost go hours without crying, Then I feel if I don’t, I’ll go insane. It can seem her whole life was her dying. She tried so hard, then she was tired of trying; Now I’m tired, too, of trying to explain. Sometimes I almost go hours without crying.”

Death Poetry Loss Grief Dying Poem Suicide Mourning

Book:Collected Poems

Source: Collected Poems

“i died in your eyes a thousand times and i wondered why you still loved me”

Love Poetry Dying Poem Poems Eyes Die It S Your Eyes

Author:Dominic Riccitello

“Wrote you a poem, but you wouldn’t like it because you die at the end.”

Life Writing Poetry Dying Poem Dead Die

Author:Dominic Riccitello

“When I die, bury me in the sky— no one is fighting over it.”

War Death Poetry Fighting Sky Dying Poem Burials

Author:Sara Abou Rashed

“I wonder if I will miss the moss after I fly off as much as I miss it now just thinking about leaving.”

Death Poetry Dying Poem Leaving Going Away Moss

Author:Jane Mead

“Whenever the experiment on and of my life begins to draw to a close I’ll go back to the place that held me and be held. It’s O.K. I think I did what I could. I think I sang some, I think I held my hand out.”

Life Death Poetry Dying Poem Living Leaving Going Away

Author:Jane Mead

“What more can the poem do? O Love, did you know that Czeslaw Milosz was right when he argued ‘What is poetry that cannot save nations or people?’ You are my nation. I only wanted to write poems to save you.”

Writing Death Poetry Dying Depression Chronic Illness

Book:Death Prefers the Minor Keys

Source: Death Prefers the Minor Keys

“The beautiful golden days when you were soon to be dying but could still enter into random conversations with strangers, random but also deliberate, so impressions of the world were still forming and changing you, and the city was at its most radiant, uncrowded in summer though by then everything was happening more slowly--”

Poetry Change Dying Poem Summer

Book:Winter Recipes from the Collective

Source: Winter Recipes from the Collective

“I have a sickness doctors can't cure, Inexorably pulling me to the well of my destruction, Consented to be a sacrifice, killed for her love, Eager, like the drunk gulping wine mixed with poison, Shameless were those my nights, Yet my soul loved them beyond all passion.”

Love Philosophy Poetry

Book:طوق الحمامة في الألفة والألاف

Source: طوق الحمامة في الألفة والألاف

“There are things women know how to do. Clipped and caged and I think that’s beautiful. What could be more feminine than dying a slow death and another creature calling it beautiful.”

Death Poetry Women Beauty Dying Poem Sexism Restrictions

Author:Rachelle Toarmino

“Take heed, you who read this, & drop to your knees now & again like the poet Christopher Smart, & kiss the earth & be joyful, & make much of your time, & be kindly to everyone, even to those who do not deserve it. For although you may not believe it will happen, you too will one day be gone, I, whose Levi's ripped at the crotch for no reason, assure you that such is the case. Pass it on.”

Life Death Joy Poetry Dying Gratitude Poem

Author:Steve Kowit

“Whitman, you once told me, is democracy on the page, messy and imperfect as we are in real life, which gave you hope that we would one day make real life true democracy, ripe blossom, pollen dusting every moment and person, each scampering mote of light. This is why as you lay dying, I read “I Hear America Singing” and knew you heard every word and could feel my hand on yours though you were already moving toward other miracles than this life. A sunflower followed your motion and a yellow dog stood guard. You, who lived the notion that the sun belongs to each and every one, beggars, dreamers, kings, all. You who believed banks could have hearts, for god’s sake! You have left it to us, messy and imperfect as we are and will be, to keep to the work side by side and as long as it takes, all the while singing of miracles just as Whitman and you taught us to do.”

Death Poetry Hope Democracy Dying Poem Capitalism Messiness Walt Whitman I Hear America Singing

Author:Rosemary Catacalos

“America is loving me to death, loving me to death slowly, and I Mainly try not to be disappeared here, knowing she won’t pledge Even tolerance in return. Dear God, I can’t offer allegiance.”

America Death Poetry Dying Poem Racism Loyalty Tolerance African Americans Allegiance

Book:Worldly Things

Source: Worldly Things

“To outlive ones love means to suffer - but to never love means to die.”

Love Poetry Suffering Quotes Love Quotes Dying Love Quotes And Sayings Love Story Broken Heart Breaking Up

Author:Laura Chouette

“Everything dies once - except love.”

Feelings Poetry Relationship Dying Relationship Quotes Breakup Hearts Dark Academia Love Quotes And Saying Wrong Love

Author:Laura Chouette

“He said being dead was a little like living, only longer.”

Death Poetry Dying Poem Living

Book:Book of Hours: Poems

Source: Book of Hours: Poems

“I am no longer ashamed how for weeks, after, I wanted to be dead--not to die, mind you, or do myself in--but to be there already, walking amongst all those I'd lost, to join the throng singing, if that's what there is-- or the nothing, the gnawing-- So be it.”

Death Poetry Loss Grief Dying Sorrow Poem Mourning Afterlife

Book:Book of Hours: Poems

Source: Book of Hours: Poems

“For me elegy is a Ouija planchette something I pretend not to touch as I push it around trying to make it say what I want it to say”

Writing Death Poetry Loss Grief Dying Poem Words Mourning Elegy

Book:13th Balloon

Source: 13th Balloon

“I didn't want to wait on my knees In a room made quiet by waiting. A room where we'd listen for the rise Of breath, the burble in his throat. I didn't want the orchids or the trays Of food meant to fortify that silence, Or to pray for him to stay or to go then Finally toward that ecstatic light. I didn't want to believe What we believe in those rooms: That we are blessed, letting go, Letting someone, anyone, Drag open the drapes and heave us Back into our blinding, bright lives.”

Death Poetry Grief Dying Poem Mourning

Book:Life on Mars: Poems

Source: Life on Mars: Poems

“Maybe death is a way to clean the self, of the body, to finally celebrate it. A celebration should leave a mess.”

Life Wisdom Death Poetry Grief Dying Celebration

Book:Postcolonial Love Poem

Source: Postcolonial Love Poem

“I will be the first one to greet you, Welcome back. Even if I know you’d rather go.”

Poetry Dying Poem Illness Caring Nursing Caregiving

Author:Romalyn Ante

“How many thousands of stories like yours have been told and forgotten how many stories of lovingly durable nurses of hospital sheets of IV tubes dripping saline and morphine How many stories of drugs that would haul you along in their wake for a while but finally let you sink”

Death Poetry Dying Poem Aids Healthcare Drugs Hiv Prescription Drugs Nurses

Book:13th Balloon

Source: 13th Balloon

“Immortal is an ample word When what we need is by But when it leaves us for a time 'Tis a necessity. Of Heaven above the firmest proof We fundamental know Except for its marauding Hand It had been Heaven below.”

Death Poetry Dying Acceptance Appreciation Dickinson

Author:Emily Dickinson

“Till We Meet Again I walked a road with flowers blooming A road filled with flowers and sunshine The golden glow of the sky pours over my velvety skin I’ve seen in the distance my family standing They look sadder, they cannot see my smile I call unto them, but they cannot hear me My voice echoes through the distance I saw the ones looking up and then side to side Yet their eyes don’t fall upon mine “Why would they cry?” I asked God “Why don’t they see me waving back?” God stood next to me and smiled He said , t “ S oon they’d feel a raindrop on heir foreheads and they’ll look up to see you smile.” I asked again, “But how can they hear me?” He said, name.” “I’ll tap on their shoulders and whisper your “Will they know it is me calling?” “Yes,” God said, “because in that whisper you w y ould say goodbye to them till one day ou’ll meet again.”

Death Poetry Family Dying Letting Go Funeral Death Of A Loved One Sad Poetry

Book:Redeeming Soul

Source: Redeeming Soul

“How are you? I'm shattered, thanks, how are you? I walk aimlessly through the rooms of my house, what have you been up to? I have woken up in the middle of the last 240 nights in a heart-pounding sweat, what's new with you? I sometimes wish I would never wake up, have you been on vacation this year? I ache for the arms of my sweetheart to hold me tight, how's your family? I feel barren and useless and creepy and mundane, seen any good movies lately? I'm terrified that I'll feel this way forever, I like that sweater you're wearing. I keep seeing his body on the hospital gurney, don't you love this weather. My broken heart is in my throat, let's do lunch. I'm so completely and utterly tired of being sad, thanks, how are you?”

Death Poetry Loss Grief Dying Poem Grieving Mourning Widows Spouses

Author:Christine Silverstein

“I love you. I want to know what you are going through, if not now, then some day I want to sit with you and hear it. My imagination is not big enough to comprehend the emotions you are having. How small and insignificant all of this worldly stuff must seem to you. Can you talk? You must miss him intensely. You must think about him in every moment. Which is harder for you, being alone or being in the world of people? Life must feel surreal to you.”

Death Poetry Loss Grief Dying Poem Grieving Mourning Widows Spouses

Author:Christine Silverstein

“Feel sorry for yourself. Sure, your tiny steel-ribbed mother told you never to do that, But who the hell is going to do it for you? "Piangi, piangi," the old man in the opera tells Violetta. "Cry, honey, cry." Do it right. Do it yourself.”

Death Poetry Loss Grief Dying Poem Grieving Mourning Widows Spouses

Author:Lise Menn

“I love you. How many times have you been asked, "How are you" today? It's a dreadful question. It's an absurd question. Knowing you and seeing what has happened in your life makes me stop in my tracks and catch myself before I ask anyone that question again. How the hell can you answer that question in the aisle of a supermarket? Come back to the house, you say. Bring your toothbrush and call your boss. You will need a week to hear the complete answer. And you will never be the same if you listen. It's the question that the entire human race reduces itself to each and every day, in each and every encounter, and without the intention of ever truly hearing the answer.”

Death Poetry Loss Grief Dying Poem Grieving Mourning Widows Spouses

Author:Christine Silverstein

“I became very good at protecting all who would ask. How are you? I'm all right. I'm fine. I'm hanging in there. I'm feeling OK. Thanks for asking. I'm good. I'm doing well. I'm a little tired. I'm handling things. I'm fine, thanks to all of you. I'm getting better. I'm keeping busy. I'm making progress. Fine, better, well, good and thank you for asking.”

Death Poetry Loss Grief Dying Poem Grieving Mourning Widows Spouses

Author:Christine Silverstein

“Look, it's like falling out of a twenty-story building. All your good friends, they try to puff themselves up for you as soft as possible, But they're still only couch pillows. They may save your life when you hit them, But you're still gonna break every bone in your body.”

Death Poetry Loss Grief Dying Poem Grieving Mourning Widows Spouses

Author:Lise Menn

“I have yet to meet one widow who hasn't changed in monumental ways as she has coped with her loss. Most of us have gotten to the point where we are not the "pleasers" we once were. We say what we think, we realize that life is precious, and we don't have time to be anything less than who we really are.”

Death Poetry Loss Grief Dying Poem Grieving Mourning Widows Spouses

Author:Catherine Tidd

“The dark ending does not cancel out the brightness of the middle. Your day of greatest joy cannot be dimmed by any shame.”

Happiness Death Poetry Dying Hopeful Death And Dying Endings

Author:Tony Hoagland

“I know how you feel. I hope you're keeping busy. You look good. You will see the gift in this tragedy. Time will heal. The holidays will be tough. It will get easier. I'm glad to hear you're doing well. You're a strong person. Have you gone away at all? How are the kids? How's his mother doing? Call me if you need anything, anything at all.”

Death Poetry Loss Grief Dying Poem Grieving Mourning Widows Spouses

Author:Christine Silverstein

“I love you. I'm probably going to fail you. My life is full of distractions and I need to live my life. You understand this about me and everyone else, more than I can ever imagine. We need to live our lives. And so I fear that I am not there for you. And my own guilt about that is hard to face. Being with you scares me and makes me uneasy. It's hard to be around truth manifest. I'm not strong enough to hear your truth, know what you know and try to give you what you need. If I tell you this fear, will you still love me? I just want to sit with you, walk with you, hear your voice, hold your hand, be in your home, look at your face, watch you pet the cat, and beg you to trust me.”

Death Poetry Loss Grief Dying Poem Grieving Mourning Widows Spouses

Author:Christine Silverstein

“Interregnum of old life and new. Angry with you for this dislocation. I loved you in my other life.”

Death Poetry Loss Grief Dying Poem Grieving Mourning Widows Spouses

Author:Donna Hilbert

“How much she's learned through love about everything, including that quadrant of self visible only to others but exceptionally accessed through the one who knows her best.”

Death Poetry Loss Grief Dying Poem Grieving Mourning Widows Spouses

Author:Natasha Sajé

“Days are not the way they were when he was alive.”

Death Poetry Loss Grief Dying Poem Grieving Mourning Widows Spouses

Author:Christine Thiele

“Each day for me is filled with things that I used to look forward to in the morning. Now they feel empty and stressful. Handling my life by myself is sad for me. I liked being part of a team. I liked having someone else to share my day with every night.”

Death Poetry Loss Grief Dying Poem Grieving Mourning Widows Spouses

Author:Christine Thiele

“Some things you have to do for yourself if you want them done right. Ironing your favorite dress with the tricky collar, Making hot chocolate the way you like it. Feeling sorry for you. Nobody else can do it properly.”

Death Poetry Loss Grief Dying Poem Mourning Widows Self Pity Spouses

Author:Lise Menn

“You think you've stopped crying And then the blues come back, You wonder what brought them: The red pen? The wind in the yard? The plaid shirt in the bank? Your buried grief seeps to the surface, Like oil under tar sands. Let it go. It's the rich black residue of the past, Dead life becomes this stuff that sticks to the soles of your feet, Welling up when it damned well pleases. Let it go.”

Death Poetry Loss Grief Dying Poem Letting Go Mourning Widows Spouses

Author:Lise Menn

“You'd been dying so long nothing looked like itself:”

Poetry Dying Altered Mary Szybist Incarnadine

Book:Incarnadine: Poems

Source: Incarnadine: Poems

“Back then, I say, you could have died easily as he, all those frail geniuses died of syphilis or TB.”

Poetry Dying Genius Historical Die Young In The Next Galaxy Olden Days Ruth Stone

Book:In the Next Galaxy

Source: In the Next Galaxy

“See, our job was simple: keep on living. Her job was harder, the hardest. Her job, her work, was to let the machine of survival break down, make the factory fail, to know that this war was winless, to know that she would singlehandedly destroy us all.”

Death Poetry Loss Grief Sadness Dying Poem Mourning

Book:Bright Dead Things

Source: Bright Dead Things

“I can only be healed by the particular sweetness of a man who saw into my soul and climbed in anyway. Emerson said "Give all to love" and I reply, is there anything else one might do?”

Love Death Poetry Loss Grief Dying Poem Mourning Widows Spouses

Author:Elizabeth Page Roberts

“no matter how prepared you are you're never ready”

Death Poetry Loss Grief Dying Poem Preparation Grieving Widows

Book:The Widows' Handbook: Poetic Reflections on Grief and Survival

Source: The Widows' Handbook: Poetic Reflections on Grief and Survival

“Once over dinner I told her, of course he loved you! how could you doubt it? and she burst into tears, But he died!”

Love Death Poetry Loss Grief Dying Poem Grieving Widows Spouses

Book:The Widows' Handbook: Poetic Reflections on Grief and Survival

Source: The Widows' Handbook: Poetic Reflections on Grief and Survival

“Our grief mirrors our love.”

Love Death Poetry Loss Grief Dying Poem Grieving Widows Spouses

Book:The Widows' Handbook: Poetic Reflections on Grief and Survival

Source: The Widows' Handbook: Poetic Reflections on Grief and Survival

“You are my emergency contact. This is the emergency! My life is burning down!”

Death Poetry Loss Grief Dying Poem Grieving Emergencies Widows Spouses

Author:Elizabeth von Transehe

“Living in Greece I learned why so many women wore black: a year for parents, for a husband forever, telling the neighbors take care of me, I am weak with grief, I have turned to ash inside.”

Death Poetry Loss Grief Dying Poem Grieving Mourning Widows Spouses

Book:The Widows' Handbook: Poetic Reflections on Grief and Survival

Source: The Widows' Handbook: Poetic Reflections on Grief and Survival

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