Elegy of the Death of a Mad Dog The dog, to gain some praivate ends, Went mad and bit the man. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
“I am not a finished poem, and I am not the song you’ve turned me into. I am a detached human being,… — Charlotte Eriksson Copy Share Image
It seems to me that, with but slight reserve and modification, we may apply to our departed friend his own pathetic and… — Samuel Laman Blanchard Copy Share Image
Writing is alchemy. Dross becomes gold. Experience is transformed. Pain is changed. Suffering may become song. The ordinary or horrible is pushed… — Andrea Dworkin Copy Share Image
“Each loved one went silently down; bubbles bursting leaving behind images they held to stick on the glass of memory.” — Dr. Prathap Kamath Elegy Copy Share Image
Wheresoe'er I turn my view, All is strange, yet nothing new: Endless labor all along, Endless labor to be wrong: Phrase that… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
“The Inevitable Tide by Stewart Stafford The inevitable tide comes, To claim every one of us, Whether sufficient breath of life, Is… — Stewart Stafford Copy Share Image
The splendors of the firmament of time May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not; Like stars to their appointed height they climb… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Be With Me In The Phases Of My Work Because My Brain Feels Like It Has Been Whipped And I Yearn To… — Leonard Cohen Copy Share Image
Tinted Distances is a tender meditation that reveals a careful eye and steady devotion to elegy and ode. — Dorianne Laux Copy Share Image
“I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading – treading – till it seemed That Sense… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
