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Eulogy Poems - Timeless Mementos


A eulogy is more than something that is read at a funeral or memorial service. It exists as a beautiful document that can be shared with future generations, providing an inspired testament within a family.

My grandmother passed away in 1938. At the time, my mother was only eight years old. I never knew my grandmother, but I wonder about her often. I would have loved to have known her. Growing up, I pestered my mother with questions about her mother, intent on gathering enough information to form my own vision of a woman whose memory was destined to allude me. Though my mother’s memory of her was scarce, she was able to share a poem that had been written upon her death in 1938. My mother never knew who authored the poem, but it was important enough for her to keep and share with her children. I feel blessed to possess something that can be handed down to my nieces and nephews, their children, and beyond. As my family continues to grow, it will at least provide a small glimpse of the woman positioned near the top of our family tree.


-Margaret


In Memory of

Mrs. Eugene Jennings


You cannot leave, not now,

with summer returning.

with grass growing green above

the place where you sleep.

The long sleep.

You cannot go now, with lilacs

in bloom and a white moon burning

like incense upon the hilltop

where silent stars keep faithful watch.

Oh, always there will be something to hold you here,

some little thing that will not

let you go;

Perhaps some haunting song,

some memory, crystal-clear.

Or the scent of mock orange

blossoms whiter than snow.

You are not dead…your laugh

still echoes on the empty air,

when evening wanders down the empty air,

when evening wanders down the little street.

Sunset, painting the windows gold,

still finds you there.

In the house where you made life heaven-sweet.

The room of silence that is a grave

imprisons you in vain,

while the world goes whirling on

under the same old sky.

Your voice will be in the

wind-kissed trees and the drip of

friendly rain.

For a mother who leaves her

dreams behind can never, never die.

-Author Unknown


I appreciate this poem because it helps me to realize just how much my grandmother was adored by her community. While it expresses a deep sadness for the loss, it also impresses upon me the joy that she brought to all who knew her. My grandmother was unmistakably missed by her friends and family. For those of us who didn't get a chance to know her personally, this poem brings her to life and fills the void that would have been.


Some of the most renowned writers of all time recognized the value of a eulogy when they used their grief to compose some of the most memorable poetry. They understood that to properly honor the life of a dear friend is to document that life with well appointed words, culminating into stanzas that resonate profoundly throughout history. Here are just a few of the most admired:

5 Famous Eulogy Poems

It has become common knowledge that Abraham Lincoln is the most beloved President in American history. Walt Whitman, equally admired as a poet, wrote not one but two poems in Lincoln's honor following the sixteenth President's assassination. The first is considered one of the greatest elegies in the English language while the other remains one of the most important literary studies in schools today.


When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd

by Walt Whitman

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,

And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night,

I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.


Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring,

Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,

and thought of him I love.

Read entire poem here


O Captain! My Captain!

by Walt Whitman

O Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done,

the ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;


But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red,

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

Read entire poem here


Alfred, Lord Tennyson composed the following eulogy poem after his close friend Arthur Henry Hallam died at the age of twenty-two in 1833. The lyrics were written over seventeen years before being published in 1850.


In Memoriam A.H.H.

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,

The flying cloud, the frosty light:

The year is dying in the night;

Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Read entire poem here


Percy Shelley wrote this next poem for friend and fellow writer John Keats upon his death at the age of twenty-five in 1821. The words he used to express the sorrow felt at losing his dear friend is almost tangible.


Adonais

by Percy Shelley

I weep for Adonais-he is dead!

Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears

Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!

And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years

To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers,

And teach them thine own sorrow, say: "With me

Died Adonais; till the Future dares

Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be

An echo and a light unto eternity!"

Read entire poem here


The final eulogy poem was written by W.H. Auden. He too composed it after the death of a close friend. This piece of writing is so prolific that it remained in contemporary popular culture far beyond its 1930's publication, as it was featured in various works including the film Four Weddings and a Funeral (1994).


Funeral Blues

by W.H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Read entire poem here


Clearly, each of these great writers composed with the intention of having their honored subject's memory long lasting rather than fleeting. They successfully transformed their mourning into beautiful works of art for future generations to appreciate. Though we may not be famous writers whose stanzas are displayed in literature textbooks, we can still practice this artform within our own family or friend community with the same purpose in mind.


Let me help you create something memorable.






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