Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Lament

Listen, children:
Your father is dead.
From his old coats
I’ll make you little jackets;
I’ll make you little trousers
From his old pants.
There’ll be in his pockets
Things he used to put there,
Keys and pennies
Covered with tobacco;
Dan shall have the pennies
To save in his bank;
Anne shall have the keys
To make a pretty noise with.
Life must go on,
And the dead be forgotten;
Life must go on,
Though good men die;
Anne, eat your breakfast;
Dan, take your medicine;
Life must go on;
I forget just why.

1. MacDougal Street
2. The Fledgling
3. Low-Tide
4. Well, I Have Lost You
5. The Suicide

Dylan Thomas Lament ("When I was a windy boy and a bit")

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