Within a form so angel fair,
United to a heart like thine,
Has gladdened once our humble sphere.
For Jane
Charles Bukowski
In his blunt style, Bukowski shows how the death of a lover can cause an anguish ferocious in its power. So profound is his feeling of loss that he becomes oblivious to the grief that surrounds him like tigers.
225 days under grass
and you know more than I.
they have long taken your blood,
you are a dry stick in a basket.
is this how it works?
in this room
the hours of love
still make shadows.
when you left
you took almost
everything.
I kneel in the nights
before tigers
that will not let me be.
what you were
will not happen again.
the tigers have found me
and I do not care.
Funeral Blues
W.H.Auden
Few other poems approach the poignancy of this one in its expression of grief at losing a lover. Its economy and colloquial language only serve to heighten the emotional effect. Many will recall this poem being read aloud in the film Four Weddings and a Funeral.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Vino Tinto
Sandra Cisneros
Vividly seductive and earthy, Cisneros’s reminiscence is a contemporary narration of sensual love.
Dark wine reminds me of you.
The burgundies and cabernets.
The tang and thrum and hiss
that spiral like Egyptian silk,
blood bit from a lip, black
smoke from a cigarette.
Nights that swell like cork.
This night. A thousand.
Under a single lamplight.
In public or alone.
Very late or very early.
When I write my poems.
Something of you still taut
still tugs still pulls,
a rope that trembled
hummed between us.
Hummed, love, didn’t it.
Love, how it hummed.
One Art
Elizabeth Bishop
In “One Art,” the poet catalogs her losses in such a casual, wry tone as to belie the mounting tension of an escalating tragedy. The poem moves from the triviality of mislaid keys to a disaster so great that in the final line the author must force herself to face it—“(Write it!)”—by putting it on paper.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.
—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
To Fanny Brawne
John Keats
Keats was already dying of tuberculosis when he met and then became engaged to Fanny Brawne. The unsentimental yet passionate expression of his sense of imminent loss makes this poem almost unbearably poignant.
This living hand, now warm and capable
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
And in the icy silence of the tomb,
So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood
So in my veins red life might stream again,
And thou be conscience-calmed—see here it is—
I hold it toward you.
A Valediction Forbidding Mourning
John Donne
This is perhaps the highest achievement of this greatest of all the Metaphysical Poets (so-called because of the abstract concepts and intellectualized imagery that characterize their work, often illustrating powerful emotional themes). The central conceit is of two lovers compared to arms of a compass, connected even when apart.
As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
Now his breath goes, and some say, No:
So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move,
’Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.
Moving of th’ earth brings harms and fears,
Men reckon what it did, and meant,
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.
Dull sublunary lovers’ love
—Whose soul is sense—cannot admit
Of absence, ’cause it doth remove
The thing which elemented it.
But we by a love so much refined,
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assured of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss.
Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.
If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fix’d foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th’ other do.
And though it in the center sit,
Yet, when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.
Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th’ other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.
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“To the Bridge of Love,” by Juan Ramon Jimenez and translated by James Wright, reprinted by permission of Wesleyan University Press.
“The Mirabeau Bridge” from Alcools: Poems by Guillaume Apollinaire, English translations. Copyright © 1995 by Donald Revell and reprinted by permission of Wesleyan University Press.
“The River Merchant’s Wife: A Letter” by Ezra Pound, from Personae, copyright © 1
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“Strawberries” by Edwin Morgan, from Poems of Thirty Years (Manchester: Carcanet Press, 1982). Reprinted in Collected Poems.
“Funeral Blues,” copyright © 1940 and renewed 1968 by W. H. Auden, from W. H. Auden: The Collected Poems by W. H. Auden. Used by permission of Random House, Inc.
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“Come Quickly” by Izumi Shikibu, translated by Kenneth Rexroth, from One Hundred More Poems from the Japanese, copyright © 1976 by Kenneth Rexroth. Reprinted by permission of New Directions Publishing Corp.
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“It Is the Third Watch” first appeared in Tilting the Jar, Spilling the Moon (1993) Dedalus, Dublin.
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