I'm reading this wonderful little book, Fooling with Words: A Celebration of Poets and Their Craft, by Bill Moyers. There's a poem on grief by Elizabeth Barrett Browning that brought tears to my eyes as I thought about my parents who have both died, my grandparents, Spike, my dog who was a doggie-person to me, and the years of loss I feel, which was caused by psychiatric medication.
And perhaps it will strike a chord for my Aunt Marilyn who mourns my cousin Liz, Cami who mourns her parents and brother, Emma, who is mourning the loss of Molly, Tamara, who is mourning Wyatt, and all of us who feel loss or grief.
That only men incredulous of despair,
Half-taught in anguish through the midnight air
Beat upward to God's throne in loud access
Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness,
In souls as countries, lieth silent-bare
Under the blanching vertical eye-glare
Of the absolute Heavens. Deep-hearted man, express
Grief for thy Dead in silence like to death--
Most like a monumental statute set
In everlasting watch and moveless woe
Till itself crumble to the dust beneath.
Touch it, the marble eyelids are not wet;
If it could weep it would arise and go."