Elizabeth Barrett Browning

(6 March 1806 – 29 June 1861 / Durham / England)

Grief

Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I TELL you, hopeless grief is passionless;
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 statue 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 could arise and go.


Comments about Grief by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

  • Ratnakar Mandlik (4/27/2019 9:27:00 AM)

    Grief for the dead in silence like to death
    Most like a monumental statue set" .
    Superb.(Report)Reply

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  • Subhas Chandra ChakraSubhas Chandra Chakra (4/26/2017 2:21:00 PM)

    Thanks for the lovely poem.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 12, 2001

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 12, 2001


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