I needed, for months after he died, to remember our rooms—
some lit by the trivial, others ample
with an obscurity that comforted us: it hid our own darkness.
So for months, duteous, I remembered:
rooms where friends lingered, rooms with our beds,
In times of loss, find poems of remembrance and comfort to provide the right words for the occasion. Browse our selection of poems about funerals, and for more, check out poems about loss in the themes menu.
|2014||Ritual for Ash||Cindy Williams Gutiérrez|
|2017||Past Barabbas||Roger Reeves|
|1921||Dirge||Edna St. Vincent Millay|
|1921||Elegy Before Death||Edna St. Vincent Millay|
|1977||Sitting at Night on the Front Porch||Charles Wright|
|2017||Control Feast||Elizabeth Metzger|
|2006||It Was Like This: You Were Happy||Jane Hirshfield|
|1928||Dirge Without Music||Edna St. Vincent Millay|
|2015||Hey Phil||Juan Felipe Herrera|
|1848||On the Death of Emily Jane Brontë||Charlotte Brontë|