We passed 700,000 Covid deaths over the weekend, Elizabeth Bishop’s “One Art” explains how certain people have numbed themselves to the disaster.
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Tag Archives: death and dying
Covid Denial and Illusions of Mastery
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Holding on When We Need to Let Go
Deborah Pope’s “Getting Through” is for those who can’t get over the loss of a loved one.
Always We Shall Walk with the Young Dead
Edith Wharton’s “The Young Dead” captures the sadness of Memorial Day.
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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My Son’s Death and Two Tree Poems
Today, the anniversary of my son’s death and also Arbor Day, I link the two days with two tree poems.
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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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Lost Human Voices Speak through Us
May Sarton’s “All Souls” finds that a new richness comes with mourning. We acknowledge how entwined we were with those who have passed on.
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The Soul Longs to Return Whence It Came
Richard Eberhart’s “Soul Longs to Return Whence It Came” is a meditation up death and nature.
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A Weary Pilgrim, Now at Rest
An Anne Bradstreet poem captures some of the spirit of the funeral for a close friend.
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