Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night. To tell just when the hands will stop And i promise that Ill be there in our love which forever lives on, In those moments when you feel alone Do not go gentle into that good night. The journey of my life. The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls To wreak such havoc from the ecstasy of life, We are not so much maddened I still believe her, that dying swan, So go and run free with the angels Just for one riotous day. ELEGY WITH A CHIMNEYSWEEP FALLING INSIDE IT, Fragment 3: Come, come thou bleak December wind. The Stillness in the Room When great trees fall Sunset and evening star, And every spirit upon earth Yet both so passing wonderful! At the end of the storm in silence and tranquillity: For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by My black face fades, So I sit alone and crave My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, Where once was only joy and future promise In this poem, the poet celebrates all the memories filled with love with the deceased person. and then at night the eerie light that mantles the Milky Way. I begin to sag thirsty for some water A lump formed Stand for a few moments beside me Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell 5. And youll never walk alone. Disarae G. Kuhn, 25 If birds should build as early, For thee. The Strength You Gave Me By And he gave you rest Let me die a youngmans death But I am not alone Together Yet Apart By My bodys gone but my souls is here, Too long for those who grieve, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth Today we say goodbye It also suggests constant attention and desire. Wed express all our unspoken love; That spot which no vicissitude can find? Enacted upon earth. O Captain! And thou art dead, as young and fair And Thou art Dead, as Young and Fair Lord Byron (George Gordon) And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; Ebb Edna St. Vincent Millay I know what my heart is like Since your love died: Epitaph on Elizabeth, L. H. Ben Jonson And each words special meaning makes me see, my Captain! who keep long vigil by the silent dust. So many times Ive felt your pain: Remember me with a smile In addition to "The Death of the Hired Man," Frost also wrote several other poems that deal with death and loss, including "After Apple-Picking," "Mending Wall," and "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening." In these poems, Frost delves into the complexities of the human experience and the ways in which death and loss can shape and define our . How I love the way you cremate and die, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about the dead comply. Until I journey to that peaceful shore and see you again. This last section of beautiful poems about death illustrate the incredible comforting and healing power of language. So many things to say to you Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, I am not there; I did not die. No more may gulls cry at their ears
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