I'm interested to hear liturgy or songs or poems that touch you as lament.

I'm particularly affected by The Verve the drugs don't work at the moment. That anguish seems to touch a real nerve at this point in my life.


  • Where would you like to start?

    'Westron wynde, when wylle thow blow,
    The smalle rayne down can rayne?
    Cryst, yf my love were in my Armys
    And I understand my bed againe!'
  • Dah! Predictive text! 'I yn my bed againe!'
  • And the king was much moved, and went up to the chamber over the gate, and wept: and as he went, thus he said, O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! would God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my son!

    2 Samuel 18:33
  • A Feminine ForceA Feminine Force Shipmate
    edited November 2018
    VanMorrison, the Irish Bard arranged it so plaintively, I can hardly listen to it.

  • Empty Chairs & Empty Tables or Hallelujah (Cohen version)
  • "Balder the beautiful is dead, is dead"
    (I know the line via C S Lewis)
  • Two that get me every time:

    'Cynddylan's Hall is dark tonight.'

    'I've heard them all liltin'
    And at the ewe milkin'
    I've heard them all liltin'
    At the break a-day ...
    For the flowers of the forest
    Are all a-wede away.'

    The most visceral comes from King Lear when he comes in bearing the body of Cordelia:

    'Howl! Howl! Howl!'

    Another I remember from my boyhood and 'The Second Flowering' of Anglo-Welsh poetry, Leslie Norris's tribute to a teacher friend who died cradling two children as the coal tip covered the school at Aberfan: 'Elegy for David Beynon.'

    'I have no words for you, David ...'
  • MaryLouiseMaryLouise Purgatory Host
    Emily Dickinson's elegaic After great pain a formal feeling comes [372]

    This is the Hour of Lead –
    Remembered, if outlived,
    As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow –
    First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go –
  • MaryLouiseMaryLouise Purgatory Host
    Ave atque vale. One of the greatest laments as a formal elegy, Catullus 101, for his dead brother.

    Oh, Brother, ripped away from me so cruelly,
    now at least take these last offerings, blessed
    by the tradition of our parents, gifts to the dead.
    Accept, by custom, what a brother’s tears drown,
    and, for eternity, Brother, Hail and Farewell.
  • I was rewatching Lord of the Rings the other day, and there are quite a few impressive laments in several points of the story.
  • Music: Elegy by Nobuyuki Tsuajii was heard in rapt silence at church pre-the two minutes silence, as was the Last Post. Both touch me. And, of course, Nkosi Sikelel i Afrika which I play at the slightest excuse!
  • mr cheesy wrote: »
    I was rewatching Lord of the Rings the other day, and there are quite a few impressive laments in several points of the story.

    The lament for Boromir is about the only serious poem of Tolkien's that I can stand.
  • No lyrics to it, but The Dark Island played by a solo piper.
  • Dark Island was our choice for our first wedding dance. It is my intention that it will also be our last; I would like my coffin carried out of the church led by a piper playing Dark Island (Hopefully not any time soon!)

    The Permanence of the Young Men by William Soutar expresses abiding sorrow.
  • You've got to get yourself together
    You've got stuck in a moment
    And now you can't get out of it
    Don't say that later will be better
    Now you're stuck in a moment
    And you can't get out of it

  • Three that tap into something deep and get me every time:

    Dire Straits—"Brothers in Arms" (Mark Knopfler is simply brilliant)

    Burns' "Aye Waukin-O," especially as sung by Eddi Reader

    Stephen Foster's "Hard Times Come Again No More"
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