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Tribute Poems Lamentations Dirge Brief hymn or song Full of grief and lamentation To be sung at a funeral Shorter than an elegy Lament Any poem expressing deep grief Usually written after the death of a loved one ID: 296191

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Sad PoemsTribute PoemsLamentationsSlide2

DirgeBrief hymn or songFull of grief and lamentationTo be sung at a funeralShorter than an elegySlide3
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LamentAny poem expressing deep griefUsually written after the death of a loved oneCan be lamenting a loss other than deathRelated to ELEGY & DIRGESlide5

“Lament” by Edna St. Vincent MillayListen, children:Your father is dead.From his old coatsI'll make you little jackets;I'll make you little trousersFrom his old pants.There'll be in his pocketsThings he used to put there,

Keys and pennies

Covered with tobacco

;

Dan shall have the pennies

To save in his bank;

Anne shall have the keys

To make a pretty noise with.

Life must go on,

And the dead be forgotten;

Life must go on,

Though good men die;

Anne, eat your breakfast;

Dan, take your medicine;

Life must go on;

I forget just why.Slide6

Sorrow is my own yardwhere the new grassflames as it has flamedoften before, but notwith the cold firethat closes round me this year.Thirty-five yearsI lived with my husband.The plum tree is white todaywith masses of flowers.Masses of flowers

load the cherry branches

and color some bushes

yellow and some red

,

but the grief in my heart

is stronger than they,

for though they were my joy

formerly, today I notice themand turn away forgetting.Today my son told methat in the meadows,at the edge of the heavy woodsin the distance, he sawtrees of white flowers.I feel that I would liketo go thereand fall into those flowersand sink into the marsh near them.

“The Widow’s Lament in Springtime” by William Carlos WilliamsSlide7

ElegyAn occasional poem when read at a funeral or memorialLaments & grieves the death of the poem’s subjectSometimes written in meter with a rhyme schemeDifferent than EULOGY – a eulogy is a speech for a funeral or memorialSlide8

PanegyricPoem of praise & tributeRelated to eulogy & odeHighly praises the subject of the poemBen Johnson wrote a panegyric praising William Shakespeare. Anne Bradstreet wrote one praising Queen Elizabeth.Slide9

EpitaphShort poem Meant as an inscription on a tombstoneSlide10

“Bread and Music” by Conrad AikenMusic I heard with you was more than music,And bread I broke with you was more than bread;Now that I am without you, all is desolate;All that was once so beautiful is dead.Your hands once touched this table and this silver,And I have seen your fingers hold this glass.

These things do not remember you,

belovèd

,

And yet your touch upon them will not pass.

For it was in my heart you moved among them,

And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes;

And in my heart they will remember always,—

They knew you once, O beautiful and wise.Slide11

“Do not stand at my grave and weep” by Mary Elizabeth FryeDo not stand at my grave and weep:I am not there; I do not sleep.I am a thousand winds that blow,I am the diamond glints on snow,I am the sun on ripened grain,I am the gentle autumn rain.When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft

starshine

at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry:

I am not there; I did not die.