The Jar Is Sealed
The jar is sealed:
Memories — mourners — close the tomb.
Turn from the unechoing gloom
Into the sounding day:
Soul, freed and healed.
Away!
The jar is sealed.
Poemas sobre el tema: mourning
Poemas sobre el tema «mourning» en Poets.by.
The Birch in the Lake
You lie there.
Too still beneath the waters,
More than a reflection,
Less than a tree:
Your limbs gleam upward,
Your dank leaves are like the hair of a drowned woman.
No longer do you know the touch of spring,
Nor will the birds build their round nurseries
Between your white fingers.
The wood has forgotten you,
The breezes have forgotten.
But the moon mourns.
Slipping a silver shroud about you
Pitifully,
As you lie, still beautiful.
In your unhallowed grave.
Requiem 1
Pour out your light, O stars, and do not hold
Your loveliest shining from earth’s outworn shell--
Pure and cold your radiance, pure and cold
My dead friend’s face as well.
Dirge
Boys and girls that held her dear,
Do your weeping now;
All you loved of her lies here.
Brought to earth the arrogant brow,
And the withering tongue
Chastened; do your weeping now.
Sing whatever songs are sung,
Wind whatever wreath,
For a playmate perished young,
For a spirit spent in death.
Boys and girls that held her dear,
All you loved of her lies here.
Rest in Peace
No more for you the city’s thorny ways,
The ugly corners of the Negro belt;
The miseries and pains of these harsh days
By you will never, never again be felt.
No more, if still you wander, will you meet
With nights of unabating bitterness;
They cannot reach you in your safe retreat,
The city’s hate, the city’s prejudice!
’Twas sudden--but your menial task is done,
The dawn now breaks on you, the dark is over,
The sea is crossed, the longed-for port is won;
Farewell, oh, fare you well! my friend and lover.
Release
I HAVE lived five years of mourning,
I live a bittered year of scorning.
Now of this service is my spirit free,
Free of my grief, and of antipathy.
Song of the Weak
O PITYING heart be strong!
Our load is heavy and the road is long.
And there is little light to cheer our day
And little kindness on the mourner's way.