Quotes About Elegy

To me, elegy suggests that there is hope, and in some respects you've moved past the loss and are able to deal with it and to write about it.

When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.

Ispod toga sam bio zapisao pre nekoliko ve?eri, kada mi je postalo jasno da Euridika više ne?e do?i: Agnosceo veteris vestigia flamme. Ožiljkom jednim oboga?en.

I had to say goodbye to her once before, but it took everything I had to say goodbye to her then, again, for the last time, like poor Orpheus turning for a last backwards glance at the ghost of his only love and in the same heartbeat losing her forever: hinc illae lacrimae, hence those tears.

She was dead even before she was a corpse.

Scarcely a tear to shed; Hardly a word to say; The end of a Summer's day; Sweet Love is dead.

threnody through the postmortem

Buffalo Bill's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silver stallion and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus he was a handsome man and what i want to know is how do you like your blueeyed boy Mister Death

Querying greys between mouthed houses curl thirstily. Dead stars stink. dawn. Inane, the poetic carcass of a girl

An Elegy A thousand times must we deplore The lost will never come to life again; Even as flowing water runs away, Returning nevermore. Lady Kanin

Poetry was nothing but words to say over a grave, something to throw into a hole in the ground.

Death always leaves one singer to mourn.

but there is an extra twist of almost painful nostalgia brought about by having lived a life particularly intense in moods. This makes it even harder to leave the past behind, and life, on occasion, becomes a kind of elegy for lost moods. I miss the lost intensities, and I find myself unconsciously reaching out for them, as I still now and again reach back with

There is, for me, a mixture of longings for an earlier age; this is inevitable, perhaps, in any life, but there is an extra twist of almost painful nostalgia brought about by having lived a life particularly intense in moods. This makes it even harder to leave the past behind, and life, on occasion, becomes a kind of elegy for lost moods.

here is, for me, a mixture of longings for an earlier age; this is inevitable, perhaps, in any life, but there is an extra twist of almost painful nostalgia brought about by having lived a life particularly intense in moods. This makes it even harder to leave the past behind, and life, on occasion, becomes a kind of elegy for lost moods.

Death, death: O, amiable lovely death!

She died, and left to me This heath, this calm and quiet scene, The memory of what has been, And never more will be.

Here lies resting, out of breath, Out of turns, Elizabeth Whose quicksilver toes not quite Cleared the whirring edge of night.

Elizabeth Peters

My images are unashamedly idyllic and romantic, a kind of enchanted Africa. They're my elegy to a world that is steadily, tragically vanishing.

requiem sermon

Let love become the gravestone That lies upon my life.

It took me years of attempts and failed drafts before I finally wrote the elegies I needed to write.

Memory, in widow's weeds, with naked feet stands on a tombstone.