In writing these posts, I’ve realized it’s hard to find poems about loss that aren’t about death. In the second lost poems post I managed to find some fun posts about objects and misplacing things, lighter “loss” poems. For this last ones, I wanted to find some poems from the perpective of the lost person, the dead one. Are there any interesting poems out there written from the point of view of a corpse, a ghost, a spirit?
Not an easy task to find the kind of poem I am looking for but here is a great one!
by Mary Elizabeth Frye:
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Here’s one about ghosts
The ghosts swarm. They speak as one person. Each loves you. Each has left something undone. • Did the palo verde blush yellow all at once? Today’s edges are so sharp they might cut anything that moved. • The way a lost word will come back unbidden. You’re not interested in it now, only in knowing where it’s been.
Rae Armantrout, “Unbidden” from Versed. Copyright © 2009 by Rae Armantrout.
Lastly to end on a funny note, I actually googled “I thought I saw A Ghost” and found this great funny poem. Please go to the link to read it: