Elegy Quotes

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Rainer Maria Rilke
“Every angel is terrifying.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies

Emily Dickinson
“I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading – treading – till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through –

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum –
Kept beating – beating – till I thought
My Mind was going numb –

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space – began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here –

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down –
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing – then –”
Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

Charlotte Eriksson
“I am not a finished poem, and I am not the song you’ve turned me into. I am a detached human being, making my way in a world that is constantly trying to push me aside, and you who send me letters and emails and beautiful gifts wouldn’t even recognise me if you saw me walking down the street where I live tomorrow
for I am not a poem.
I am tired and worn out and the eyes you would see would not be painted or inspired
but empty and weary
from drinking too much
at all times
and I am not the life of your party who sings and has glorious words to speak
for I don’t speak much
at all
and my voice is raspy and unsteady from unhealthy living and not much sleep and I only use it when I sing and I always sing too much
or not at all
and never when people are around because they expect poems and symphonies and I am not
a poem
but an elegy
at my best
but unedited and uncut and not a lot of people want to work with me because there’s only so much you can do with an audio take, with the plug-ins and EQs and I was born distorted, disordered, and I’m pretty fine with that,
but others are not.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving

Percy Bysshe Shelley
“And in a mad trance
Strike with our spirit's knife
Invulnerable nothings
We decay
Like corpses in a charnel
Fear & Grief
Convulse is & consume us
Day by day
And cold hopes swarm
Like worms within
Our living clay”
Percy Bysshe Shelley, Adonais

Winston S. Churchill
“but at the Lychgate we may all pass our own conduct and our own judgments under a searching review. It is not given to human beings, happily for them, for otherwise life would be intolerable, to foresee or to predict to any large extent the unfolding course of events. In one phase men seem to have been right, in another they seem to have been wrong. Then again, a few years later, when the perspective of time has lengthened, all stands in a different setting. There is a new proportion. There is another scale of values. History with its flickering lamp stumbles along the trail of the past, trying to reconstruct its scenes, to revive its echoes, and kindle with pale gleams the passion of former days. What is the worth of all this? The only guide to a man is his conscience; the only shield to his memory is the rectitude and sincerity of his actions. It is very imprudent to walk through life without this shield, because we are so often mocked by the failure of our hopes and the upsetting of our calculations; but with this shield, however the fates may play, we march always in the ranks of honor.”
Winston S. Churchill
tags: elegy

“Loneliness Ends With Love”
Al Lerner

Percy Bysshe Shelley
“The splendors of the firmament of time
May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not;
Like stars to their appointed height they climb
And death is a low mist which cannot blot
The brightness it may veil.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Major Works

Richard Aldington
“We pass and leave you lying. No need for rhetoric, for funeral music, for melancholy bugle-calls. No need for tears now, no need for regret.
We took our risk with you; you died and we live. We take your noble gift, salute for the last time those lines of pitiable crosses, those solitary mounds, those unknown graves, and turn to live our lives out as we may.
Which of us were fortunate--who can tell? For you there is silence and cold twilight drooping in awful desolation over those motionless lands. For us sunlight and the sound of women's voices, song and hope and laughter, despair, gaiety, love--life.
Lost terrible silent comrades, we, who might have died, salute you.”
Richard Aldington, Roads To Glory
tags: elegy, war

Amanda Hocking
“It's really over." He put his arms around her, pulling her to him. "Now just as long as you don't get tangled up with a pack of vampires or deranged witches while you're at college, everything will be wonderful.”
Amanda Hocking, Elegy

Hisham Matar
“There has not been a day since his sudden and mysterious vanishing that I have not been searching for him, looking in the most unlikely places. Everything and everyone, existence itself, has become an evocation, a possibility for resemblance. Perhaps this is what is meant by that brief and now almost archaic word: elegy”
Hisham Matar, Anatomy of a Disappearance

Tomas Tranströmer
“You drank some darkness
and became visible.”
Tomas Tranströmer, The Half-Finished Heaven

Tara Hudson
“On the morning of what should have been Amelia Ashley's birthday, the river valley that had once housed High Bridge changed for Joshua Mayhew. For the first time in many years, it seemed beautiful to him. For the first time in many years, it was beautiful.”
Tara Hudson, Elegy

Sarah Manguso
“I read obituaries every day to learn what sorts of lives are available to us, to see an entire life compressed into a few column inches, to fit the whole story in my eye at once.”
Sarah Manguso, The Guardians: An Elegy for a Friend

Helme Heine
“Here all may see my body lie/ But not my soul, for that can fly!”
Helme Heine, Seven Wild Pigs: Eleven Picture Book Fantasies

“Each loved one went silently down;

bubbles bursting leaving behind

images they held

to stick on the glass of memory.”
Dr. Prathap Kamath Elegy

Danabelle Gutierrez
“Did you tell them that you made love to the poet?
Did you tell them that our lovechild is an elegy?”
Danabelle Gutierrez, & Until The Dreams Come

“Once that Pretty Blossom bloomed,
With pain for few days she breathed,
To eternity she.. then, transformed!

In Paradise now she dwell,
With all she wants well,
Grateful I am to my Mighty Lord.

Very soon;
she bestowed eternity in innocence.
Prevented from the sufferings of tricky world,
Without enlightening another wish within me.”
Tehreem Rahat

Sarah Manguso
“There are good fathers and bad fathers, good sons and bad sons, good husbands and bad ones, but great friends are all alike. We choose them and keep them. We aren’t bound to them by anything but love.”
Sarah Manguso

K.Hari Kumar
“You can either follow your dreams or adjust with your society's expectations... Either way, consequences are uncertain... the path to glory or the boulevard of mediocrity, both lead to the grave... Choose what's worthwhile, for the end is the same.”
K Hari Kumar

“How the time passed away, slipped into nightfall as if it had never been!”
"The Wanderer" Poet

“Elegies are poems dedicated to the dead. The American hillbilly(assuming we can use that word for the white working class) isn't dead; she is just poor.”
Anthony Harkins, Appalachian Reckoning: A Region Responds to Hillbilly Elegy

Mark Bibbins
“For me elegy
is a Ouija planchette
something I pretend not to touch
as I push it around trying
to make it say
what I want it to say”
Mark Bibbins, 13th Balloon