Saturday, May 7, 2011

"Grief" by Elizabeth Barrett Browing

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.

I happened to really like the poem, especially the last two lines about the statue. It took me a few reads to get it, but now I love it.

1 comment:

  1. This is the one from the test, yes? I like Browning. This was a good choice.