Tag Archives: Adonais

Philip Pullman’s Unorthodox Afterlife

In “Amber Spyglass,” Pullman rebels against orthodox versions of the afterlife and creates his own.

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Do Not Stand by My Grave and Weep

As Slovenes this past week visited the graves of those who have passed on, I thought of Frye’s poem “Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep.”

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Wanted: An Elegy to Mourn Covid Victims

To mourn our 800,000+ covid dead, America needs a good poetic elegy.

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Do Not Stand by My Grave and Cry

As I remember my eldest son, this Clare Harner Lyon poem brings me peace.

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Finding Strength in a Time of Covid

Robinson Jeffers offers a poem that reminds us of spiritual resources available to us in these dark days.

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Remembering My Son 20 Years Later

Remembering my oldest son, who died 20 years ago, I turn to Shelley’s elegy for Keats.

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The Song of Night’s Sweet Bird

Shelley’s elegy to Keats, “Adonais,” gives us a rich vision of our relationship with death.

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I Weep for Adonais–He Is Dead

When W. B. Yeat died on January 28, 1939, a despondent W. H. Auden wrote, “The day of his death was a dark cold day,” an instance of how we look to the weather for confirmation of our distress. The idea of a dying friend slipping away without leaving a trace is an unsettling one. Much better if the weather functions as a second witness, which it seems to do if it metaphorically expresses how we feel. When my good friend Alan Paskow died on Tuesday, I latched on to the fact that the day began with a tornado alert and that we were lashed by slashing rain for much of the morning.

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Dancing to a Bright Star

Film Friday As this is Friday, I begin with a discussion of a film.  But as it is also the tenth anniversary of the drowning death of my 21-year-old son Justin, I plan to digress.  I trust you will allow me to embark on a bit of a ramble. The film I have chosen is […]

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