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Famous Short Grief Poems. Short Grief Poetry by Famous Poets

Famous Short Grief Poems. Short Grief Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Grief short poems

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by Emily Dickinson

The Sweets of Pillage can be known

 The Sweets of Pillage, can be known
To no one but the Thief --
Compassion for Integrity
Is his divinest Grief --


by Robert Burns

474. On seeing Mrs. Kemble in Yarico

 KEMBLE, thou cur’st my unbelief
 For Moses and his rod;
At Yarico’s sweet nor of grief
 The rock with tears had flow’d.


by Robert Herrick

FELICITY QUICK OF FLIGHT

 Every time seems short to be
That's measured by felicity;
But one half-hour that's made up here
With grief, seems longer than a year.


by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

I ask of thee love nothing but relief

 I ask of thee, love, nothing but relief.
Thou canst not bring the old days back again; For I was happy then, Not knowing heavenly joy, not knowing grief.


by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Borrowing

From the French


SOME of the hurts you have cured  
And the sharpest you still have survived  
But what torments of grief you endured 
From evils which never arrived! 


by Edward Lear

There was an Old Man of Bohemia

There was an Old Man of Bohemia,
Whose daughter was christened Euphemia;
But one day, to his grief, she married a thief,
Which grieved that Old Man of Bohemia.


by Robert Herrick

UPON HIS SISTER-IN-LAW MISTRESS ELIZABETHHERRICK

 First, for effusions due unto the dead,
My solemn vows have here accomplished;
Next, how I love thee, that my grief must tell,
Wherein thou liv'st for ever.
--Dear, farewell!


by Stevie Smith

Happiness

 Happiness is silent, or speaks equivocally for friends,
Grief is explicit and her song never ends,
Happiness is like England, and will not state a case,
Grief, like Guilt, rushes in and talks apace.


by Emily Dickinson

So glad we are -- a Strangerd deem

 'Twas sorry, that we were --
For where the Holiday should be
There publishes a Tear --
Nor how Ourselves be justified --
Since Grief and Joy are done
So similar -- An Optizan
Could not decide between --


by Robert Frost

Nothing Gold Can Stay

 Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.


by Linda Pastan

Pears

 Some say
it was a pear
Eve ate.
Why else the shape of the womb, or of the cello Whose single song is grief for the parent tree? Why else the fruit itself tawny and sweet which your lover over breakfast lets go your pear- shaped breast to reach for?


by Dylan Thomas

Clown In The Moon

 My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.
I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.


by Dorothy Parker

The Apple Tree

 When first we saw the apple tree
The boughs were dark and straight,
But never grief to give had we,
Though Spring delayed so late.
When last I came away from there The boughs were heavy hung, But little grief had I to spare For Summer, perished young.


by Robert Herrick

TO HIS KINSWOMAN MISTRESS SUSANNA HERRICK

 When I consider, dearest, thou dost stay
But here awhile, to languish and decay;
Like to these garden glories, which here be
The flowery-sweet resemblances of thee:
With grief of heart, methinks, I thus do cry,
Would thou hadst ne'er been born, or might'st not die!


by Emily Dickinson

Some things that fly there be

 Some things that fly there be --
Birds -- Hours -- the Bumblebee --
Of these no Elegy.
Some things that stay there be -- Grief -- Hills -- Eternity -- Nor this behooveth me.
There are that resting, rise.
Can I expound the skies? How still the Riddle lies!


by Sylvia Plath

A Better Resurrection

 I have no wit, I have no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
A lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is like the falling leaf;
O Jesus, quicken me.


by Denise Levertov

Web

 Intricate and untraceable 
weaving and interweaving,
dark strand with light:

designed, beyond
all spiderly contrivance,
to link, not to entrap:

elation, grief, joy, contrition, entwined;

shaking, changing,

forever

forming, 

transforming:

all praise,

all praise to the

great web.


by William Henry Davies

the moon

 when the body of a woman dissolves
within are the three feared faces

the man who dares to trace them comes
to grief - but nothing personal is meant

waves and particles transvest - vulva
breast and womb are sexless doors 

beyond whose suck a sensual light
swings life round its little finger


by John Gould Fletcher

Weep no more

 WEEP no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
Sorrow calls no time that 's gone:
Violets pluck'd, the sweetest rain
Makes not fresh nor grow again.
Trim thy locks, look cheerfully; Fate's hid ends eyes cannot see.
Joys as winged dreams fly fast, Why should sadness longer last? Grief is but a wound to woe;


by James Joyce

Ecce Puer

 Of the dark past
A child is born;
With joy and grief
My heart is torn.
Calm in his cradle The living lies.
May love and mercy Unclose his eyes! Young life is breathed On the glass; The world that was not Comes to pass.
A child is sleeping: An old man gone.
O, father forsaken, Forgive your son!


by Thomas Hardy

How Great My Grief (Triolet)

 How great my grief, my joys how few, 
Since first it was my fate to know thee! 
- Have the slow years not brought to view 
How great my grief, my joys how few, 
Nor memory shaped old times anew, 
 Nor loving-kindness helped to show thee 
How great my grief, my joys how few, 
 Since first it was my fate to know thee?


by Alfred Lord Tennyson

O that twere possible

O THAT 'twere possible 
After long grief and pain 
To find the arms of my true love 
Round me once again!.
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A shadow flits before me 5 Not thou but like to thee: Ah Christ! that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved that they might tell us What and where they be! 10


by Edna St Vincent Millay

The Wood Road

 If I were to walk this way
Hand in hand with Grief,
I should mark that maple-spray
Coming into leaf.
I should note how the old burrs Rot upon the ground.
Yes, though Grief should know me hers While the world goes round, It could not if truth be said This was lost on me: A rock-maple showing red, Burrs beneath a tree.


by Paul Laurence Dunbar

The Debt

 This is the debt I pay 
Just for one riotous day,
Years of regret and grief,
Sorrow without relief.
Pay it I will to the end -- Until the grave, my friend, Gives me a true release -- Gives me the clasp of peace.
Slight was the thing I bought, Small was the debt I thought, Poor was the loan at best -- God! but the interest!


by Robert Louis Stevenson

Before This Little Gift Was Come

 BEFORE this little gift was come
The little owner had made haste for home;
And from the door of where the eternal dwell,
Looked back on human things and smiled farewell.
O may this grief remain the only one! O may our house be still a garrison Of smiling children, and for evermore The tune of little feet be heard along the floor!


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