‘ Death is Nothing at All ‘ by Henry Scott Holland is told by a speaker who has entered death and is attempting to alleviate the sadness of those he left behind. The poem begins with the speaker stating that death means nothing . It causes no real separation between the deceased and those who are left behind.
This poem of grief for a woman’s death was written by Oliver Wright in remembrance of his own mother, but the beautiful words make it an appropriate elegy for the funeral or memorial service of any woman who has died.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
Emily Dickinson wrote about death a lot, and a number of her poems would fit in this category.
1 : the irreversible cessation of all vital functions especially as indicated by permanent stoppage of the heart, respiration, and brain activity : the end of life — see brain death . 2 : the cause or occasion of loss of life drinking was the death of him. 3 : the state of being dead in death as in life. 4 дня назад
I am standing on the seashore, a ship sails in the morning breeze and starts for the ocean. She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her till at last she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says: “She is gone.” Gone!
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elegy. noun. a poem or other piece of writing expressing sadness, usually about someone’s death .
Noun. A mournful or plaintive poem . elegy. dirge.
There’s a reason these poems are popular – all have beautiful and poignant meanings. Funeral Blues — W. H. Auden. She is Gone — David Harkins. Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep — Mary Elizabeth Frye. If I Should Go — Joyce Grenfell. Though I am Dead — Anonymous. Those Who Love — Anonymous. A Clear Midnight – Walt Whitman.