How from Between My Hands
In this poem, the narrator apostrophizes about the fleeting nature of life, and how his death is drawing close. He mourns his youth and the passing years of his life and curses death's approach, reflecting on how fragile and vain human life is.
All These Are Swept Away in One Brief Year
The narrator of this poem also contemplates his own mortality, though he strikes a slightly more optimistic tone here. He begins the poem by commenting on how humans are fated for death even before we can walk, but then puts an ironic spin on the poem in the last lines, asking why he should worry about death if it is merely law and not punishment.
Love Constant Beyond Death
In this poem, the narrator reflects on the immortal nature of the soul. He claims that though his body will succumb to death, his soul will still survive and carry the memory of his love eternally. Death can do nothing to dampen this.
