Tag Archives: sadness

The Meeting by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

After so long an absence At last we meet again: Does the meeting give us pleasure, Or does it give us pain? The tree of life has been shaken, And but few of us linger now, Like the Prophet’s two … Continue reading

Posted in Longfellow Henry Wadsworth | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Bread and Music by Conrad Aiken

Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread; Now that I am without you, all is desolate; All that was once so beautiful is dead. Your hands once touched … Continue reading

Posted in Aiken Conrad | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

January 1, 1965 by Joseph Brodsky

The kings will lose your old address. No star will flare up to impress. The ear may yield, under duress, to blizzards’ nagging roar. The shadows falling off your back, you’d snuff the candle, hit the sack, for calendars more … Continue reading

Posted in Brodsky Joseph | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

When I am dead, my dearest by Christina Rossetti

When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And … Continue reading

Posted in Rossetti Christina | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Ben Bolt by Thomas Dunn English

Don’t you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt, Sweet Alice whose hair was so brown, Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile, And trembled with fear at your frown? In the old church-yard in the valley, Ben Bolt, … Continue reading

Posted in English Thomas Dunn | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Afternoon 
by Dorothy Parker

When I am old, and comforted And done with this desire With Memory to share my bed And Peace to share my fire I’ll comb my hair in scalloped bands Beneath my laundered cap And watch my cool and fragile … Continue reading

Posted in Parker Dorothy | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Death, Always Cruel by Dante

Mother who brought forth grief, Merciless judgment and without appeal! Since thou alone hast made my heart to feel This sadness and unweal, My tongue upbraideth thee without relief. And now (for I must rid thy name of ruth) Behoves … Continue reading

Posted in Dante | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments