The elegy does the work of mourning; it allows us to experience mortality. It turns loss into remembrance, and it delivers an… — Edward Hirsch Copy Share Image
“From behind the wheel, I learn the difference between a eulogy and an elegy, and discover which is more vital, in life… — David Levithan 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
There's something really unnatural about losing a child, and there's something unnatural about having to write an elegy for your child, but… — Edward Hirsch Copy Share Image
My images are unashamedly idyllic and romantic, a kind of enchanted Africa. They're my elegy to a world that is steadily, tragically… — Nick Brandt Copy Share Image
“It's really over." He put his arms around her, pulling her to him. "Now just as long as you don't get tangled… — Amanda Hocking Copy Share Image
“And in a mad trance Strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings We decay Like corpses in a charnel Fear & Grief… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
How is the soul profited by the strife of Hector, the arguments of Plato, the poems of Virgil, or the elegies of… — Honorius Augustodunensis Copy Share Image
ELEGY, n. A composition in verse, in which, without employing any of the methods of humor, the writer aims to produce in… — Ambrose Bierce Copy Share Image
“There has not been a day since his sudden and mysterious vanishing that I have not been searching for him, looking in… — Hisham Matar Copy Share Image
“On the morning of what should have been Amelia Ashley's birthday, the river valley that had once housed High Bridge changed for… — Tara Hudson Copy Share Image
I want my images to achieve two things in this regard - to be an elegy to a world that is tragically… — Nick Brandt Copy Share Image
“Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to… — Thomas Gray 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
“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
