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“Father Death Blues” by Allen Ginsberg

The Beat poet explores life, mortality & sexuality after his father's death

Hey Father Death, I’m flying home Hey poor man, you’re all alone Hey old daddy, I know where I’m going […] Guru Death your words are true Teacher Death I do thank you For inspiring me to sing this Blues … Continue reading

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“Little Father” by Li-Young Lee

A son explores his father’s death and ongoing presence in heartfelt poem

I buried my father in the sky. Since then, the birds clean and comb him every morning and pull the blanket up to his chin every night. I buried my father underground. Since then, my ladders only climb down, and … Continue reading

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“Mortality” by William Knox

Abraham Lincoln's favorite poem expresses how death is the great equalizer

Oh! why should the spirit of mortal be proud! Like a light-fleeting meteor, a fast-flitting cloud, A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave, He passeth from life to his rest in the grave. The leaves of the … Continue reading

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“The Night Where You No Longer Live” by Meghan O’Rourke

A speaker asks their loved one questions about death and the afterlife

Was it like lifting a veil And was the grass treacherous, the green grass   Did you think of your own mother   Was it like a virus Did the software flicker   And was this the beginning Was it … Continue reading

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“Legacies” by Nikki Giovanni

Poem explores one generation's transmission to another

her grandmother called her from the playground        “yes, ma’am”        “i want chu to learn how to make rolls” said the old woman proudly but the little girl didn’t want to learn how because she knew even if she … Continue reading

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“Sunflowers” By Hillary Gonzalez

A poem about the author's desire to seek out the light

When I die, Don’t place my  Wasted husk In a wooden box Buried six feet under Where I can’t feel the rain. 

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