Dirge[]
Man at grave, Bosnia-Hercegovina, 1995. Courtesy The Syrian Revolution.
What shall her silence keep
Under the sun?
Here, where the willows weep
And waters run;
Here, where she lies asleep,
And all is done.
Lights, when the tree-top swings;
Scents that are sown;
Sounds of the wood-bird’s wings;
And the bee’s drone:
These be her comfortings
Under the stone.
What shall watch o’er her here
When day is fled?
Here, when the night is near
And skies are red;
Here, where she lieth dear
And young and dead.
Shadows, and winds that spill
Dew, and the tune
Of the wild whippoorwill,
And the white moon,—
These be the watchers still
Over her stone.
Audio / video[]
Dirge poem by Madison Cawein Short Poetry Collection 14 Free Audio Poem
This poem is in the public domain