Well, I think the title pretty much says it all. It seems to me that all good poetry is depressing, because if it's good, it reveals a great truth, and great truths are largely depressing. That is not to say that all depressing poetry is good; most of it is depressing because it isn't good. I sincerely hope that what you find here only fits the former category.
These are mostly from my "Immortal Poems of the English Language" anthology. (And mostly in the public domain, I believe.) More is coming in the future... oh much, much more...
The Great War. Young men dying for liberty, sad women mourning for them... some things never change. |
The poor are opressed, and they're not terribly happy about it. Feuilly would like this stuff. |
Young girls are prey to unscrupulous men. Fantine would appreciate this one. |
My friends were once young, and now they're all dead... Marius-endorsed. |
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