Grief Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Grief

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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 OF THE POEM
Ratnakar Mandlik 27 April 2019

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

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 26 April 2017

Thanks for the lovely poem.

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