The dirge is a solemn and melancholic form, is typically dedicated to expressing deep grief, typically over the death of a loved one. The purpose of a dirge is to lament, to remember, and to seek consolation in the face of loss.
It often utilizes a specific meter or rhythm to evoke the somber, rhythmic quality of a funeral march. Although dirges are rooted in ancient musical and poetic traditions, they continue to be a powerful means of expressing sorrow and commemorating the dead.
‘Easter’ by Jill Alexander Essbaum explores the painful contrast between life’s renewal and the speaker’s unhealed grief.
is my season
of defeat.
Though all
is green
‘Tomorrow, At Dawn’ by Victor Hugo follows the speaker as they journey to the grave of a loved one, capturing all the ways in which grief has become their sole fixation.
Tomorrow, at dawn, at the hour when the countryside whitens,
I will set out. You see, I know that you wait for me.
I will go by the forest, I will go by the mountain.
I can no longer remain far from you.
‘September Twilight’ by Louise Glück reflects on the creative act, the role of God, and the failings of mankind.
I gathered you together,
I can dispense with you—
I’m tired of you, chaos
of the living world—
‘Easter Hymn’ by A. E. Houseman unearths the contradictions between religious teachings and their implementation. The poet is juxtaposing biblical moments of violence with modern ones to highlight the incomplete nature of Christ’s promise to save humanity from itself.
If in that Syrian garden, ages slain,
You sleep, and know not you are dead in vain,
Nor even in dreams behold how dark and bright
Ascends in smoke and fire by day and night
‘A Dirge’ by Christina Rossetti is a thoughtful and moving poem about death. It speaks on the birth and death of an important person in the speaker’s life.
Why were you born when the snow was falling?
You should have come to the cuckoo’s calling,
Or when grapes are green in the cluster,
Or, at least, when lithe swallows muster
‘A Dirge Without Music’ by Edna St. Vincent Millay is a beautiful dirge. The poet uses clear and lyrical language to describe how lovers and thinkers alike go into the darkness of death with a little remaining.
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.