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Comment 19 of 29, added on September 11th, 2005 at 12:18 AM.
the poem'this feeling called grief' is by paul brown.llok at poemhunters.com
varsha s guha from India
Comment 18 of 29, added on September 1st, 2005 at 5:47 AM.
I thimk this poemis raw in its emotions. The meaning of the poem is clearly expressed by the poet and as such it is one of the most heart wrenching songs of grief i have ever heard. Funeral Blues is a strangely beautiful poem and one to absorb.
samantha from United Kingdom
Comment 17 of 29, added on August 31st, 2005 at 1:39 PM.
Could someone please tell me if the follow poem is by W.H.Auden.
This Feeling Called Grief
This heartache this sadness
this feeling of pain
to think I'll never hear your voice
or see your face again
The loneliness without you
is beyond belief
I can't come to terms with
this feeling called grief
It's so hard to describe just how I feel
without you beside me
time has only stood still
I sit for hours in your favourite chair
talk to your photo
wishing you were there
I touch your clothes & start to weep
I hug your pillow
& try to sleep
Life must go on
I suppose it's true
but a day doesn't pass
without thinking of you
To treasure your memory
I must carry on
but nothing else matters
now that you've gone.
Paul Adams
Comment 16 of 29, added on August 3rd, 2005 at 3:11 AM.
I think this poem isn't only a funeral blues...It's a sad song for a break up..It could be the right poem to express your grief after the end of a long- lasting love-story...
elizabeth from Italy
Comment 15 of 29, added on July 10th, 2005 at 12:12 AM.
if im not wrong. this poem was written to his mentor, W.B Yeats when he died.
janelle from United States
Comment 14 of 29, added on June 16th, 2005 at 12:48 PM.
i love this poem if anyone has got a copy they could send me asits been taken off the site nad i need it for my english essay thankyou send it to lauraprice592@hotmail.com
laura
Comment 13 of 29, added on May 25th, 2005 at 6:19 PM.
Auden DID Not die in WWI and I cannot find any information that states this poem was written during that time period. If you could find that "little-know fact" and let me know I would appreciate it. During World War II Auden was granted temporary status as Major when he went with the U.S. Army to Germany to report on the psychological effects of bombing on civilians. From 1956 to 1961 he was a professor of poetry at Oxford and from 1954 a member of the American Academy.
Erica from United States
Comment 12 of 29, added on May 15th, 2005 at 10:27 AM.
There is a question hanging
from the ceiling above me
a heavy sharp sword
and I wish it would fall
For whom did Auden write this poem?
Who died
and took away all light,
the sweetness of cherries,
the wish ever again to see tomorrow
from his life?
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Bob Merkin from United States
Comment 11 of 29, added on May 12th, 2005 at 11:09 AM.
I too, think this is a wonderful and moving poem. But I would love to know who he talking about. Does anyone know?
Allison from United States
Comment 10 of 29, added on April 28th, 2005 at 9:10 AM.
I came across this poem as it was referenced by the lyricist for Rush, Neil Peart. He had lost his onlt daughter in a car crash and less then a year later his wife died of cancer(he claims a broken heart). I find the the words compelling when dealing with such tragic loss and appreciate the influence of Auden.
Vapor Trail:
Stratospheric traces of our transitory flight
Trails of condensation held
in narrow paths of white
The sun is turning black
The world is turning gray
All the stars fade from the night
The oceans drain away
Horizon to Horizon
memory written on the wind
Fading away, like an hourglass, grain by grain
Swept away like voices in a hurricane
In a vapor trail
Atmospheric phases make the transitory last
Vaporize the memories that freeze the fading past
Silence all the songbirds
Stilled by the killing frost
Forests burn to ashes
Everything is lost
Washed away like footprints in the rain
In a vapor trail
by Neil Peart
John Ellwood Taylor from United States
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the poem'this feeling called grief' is by paul brown.llok at poemhunters.com
varsha s guha from India