Death Quote by Judith Wright
““So here, twisted in steel, and spoiled with red your sunlight hide, smelling of death and fear, they crushed out your throat the terrible song you sang in the dark ranges. With what crying you mourned him! - the drinker of blood, the swift death-bringer who ran with you so many a night; and the night was long. I heard you, desperate poet, Did you hear my silent voice take up the cry? - replying: Achilles is overcome, and Hector dead, and clay stops many a warrior's mouth, wild singer. Voice from the hills and the river drunken with rain, for your lament the long night was too brief. Hurling your woes at the moon, that old cleaned bone, till the white shorn mobs of stars on the hill of the sky huddled and trembled, you tolled him, the rebel one. Insane Andromache, pacing your towers alone, death ends the verse you chanted; here you lie. The lover, the maker of elegies is slain, and veiled with blood her body's stealthy sun.””
About This Quote
Source Poem: Unknown (likely a modern poetic work)
A vivid, chaotic lament intertwining war, death, and mythic voices, expressing grief and the futility of heroic narratives.
In simple terms: A chaotic lament about war and mythic grief.
Key Takeaway
Embrace the chaos, seek meaning beyond tragedy.
Themes
war
myth
grief
heroism
chaos
Mood
somber
reflective
intense
Type
poetic
lament
mythic
When to use this quote
- battlefields
- night watches
- personal mourning
- ritual lament
Key Concepts
lamentation
mythic archetype
existential dread
Questions to Reflect On
- How does myth shape our perception of loss?
- Can chaos become a source of insight?
A Different Perspective
The dense mythic references may obscure personal relevance.
