Bible verses about remembrance of loved ones12/11/2023 Stephen Spender described these poems of remembrance as the sort of poems he’d been waiting his whole life to read, which is some accolade. 1937) penned a series of moving extended 16-line sonnets about the deaths of his parents and his memories of them. In this poem, Jennings explores the moment when grief over the loss of a loved one gives way to ‘healing’ and the possibility of a new start, as a new love comes along, not to replace the old, but to complement it. Jennings (1926-2001), one of the few female poets to be associated with the 1950s ‘Movement’ in English poetry (which also included Kingsley Amis, Philip Larkin, and the wonderful but underrated Jonathan Price), deserves a wider readership than she currently enjoys. In this poem, a funeral elegy for a child who has died, Enright contemplates with poignancy how the ‘greatest griefs’ find themselves ‘inside the smallest cage’ when a young child dies. Enright, ‘ On the Death of a Child’.Įnright (1920-2002) was a noted academic as well as a poet. Not so, the poet argues: the slightest thing can bring back the pain.Ĩ. Vincent Millay (1892-1950) challenges – as Millay’s poetry often does – the received wisdom that ‘time is a healer’. This sonnet by the American poet Edna St. Where never fell his foot or shone his faceĪnd so stand stricken, so remembering him. Vincent Millay, ‘ Time Does Not Bring Relief’.Īnd entering with relief some quiet place The poem sounds like some of Louis MacNeice’s poetry, which isn’t as surprising as it first sounds: this poem was one of Binyon’s last, and was published in 1944, the year after his death.ħ. But Binyon also wrote some other fine poems of remembrance in a more general sense, and the BBC anthology includes this touching and technically adroit poem about a beautiful memory that resurfaces one fine winter morning. The more obvious choice here would have been the single poem by Binyon (1869-1943 pictured right) that has endured in the popular consciousness: namely, his poem recited at Remembrance Sunday every year to mark the Armistice. Returning without a reason into the mind … It was not there, it is there, in a perfect image Īnd all is changed. The shadow of the jasmine, branch and blossom! Suddenly, softly, as if at a breath breathed Stands in a Tuscan pot to delight the eye Yellow jasmine, delicate on stiff branches Waiting for day: not a sound but a listening air. It is early morning within this room without,ĭark and damp without and within, stillness
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