"John Philip Kemble as Hamlet" by Sir Thomas Lawrence‘To Write of Death’ by Jeffrey Essmann The Society December 10, 2018 Culture, Poetry 6 Comments If poets are supposed to write of death then let me O! poetically regret the beating heart abruptly stopped, the breath that falls like lead upon the coverlet. Let me intone the soft and wistful sighs attendant on unwarranted demise; and taste the tear that springs up unawares when I espy the newly emptied chair. But let me less poetically observe the ragged edges on the human soul where death has torn an ever-opening hole; the place where long ago I lost the nerve to calculate the agonizing cost of lives I’ve loved to endless mystery lost. Jeffrey Essmann’s prose work has appeared in the New York Times, the Washington Post, and numerous magazines and literary journals, his poetry in America Magazine and Dappled Things. He lives in New York City. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 6 Responses David Hollywood December 10, 2018 Absolutely wonderful, and for me a great parallel reminder of Purcell’s ‘Dido’s Lament’. Beautiful Reply James Sale December 10, 2018 They are not supposed to, Jeffrey; they are compelled to; and if they are not compelled, then they probably have nothing to say about it. In this case I found your poem, wistful, beautiful and very touching. That last line – hmm (or it is hum?), really resonates. Well done – very good writing. Reply Randal A. Burd, Jr. December 10, 2018 Brilliant! I’ve read this one multiple times. Reply Caroline Bardwell December 10, 2018 Really enjoyed this piece! Great job, Jeffrey. Reply James A. Tweedie December 10, 2018 Mr. Eastman, The use of “me” and “I” transform this from an abstract metaphysical musing into a deeply intimate, personal, plaintive expression of sadness, loss, and grief. Good poetry is often metaphorically florid. Better poetry, such I find yours to be, is raw, straightforward, honest and vulnerable. This excellent and moving poem is one of the better poems I have read on this site in recent memory. There are two minor quibbles but I shall overlook them so as not to distract from the poem’s overwhelming success. Reply Amy Foreman December 10, 2018 Jeffrey, I love the turn in this sonnet. Very well done! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.