Can anyone please give me symbolism related to Death/Depression.
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Atami, there are many things that one could use to symbolize death. It could be an empty carriage such as Dickinson used in her famous poem. It could be a dark place, a stormy night, anything black.
Depression could be characterized in the same way. An empty room, overwhelming despair, hopelessness on the part of the characters, again dark and somber tones or language. A sterile, or void scenario, absence of warmth, the winter chill; all these things and more could be used to symbolize
Ditto - what Les said.
Mind also that if the poet is thinking about BEING dead, the imagery may be of black-empty stuff, but it may also be anticipation of warmth, welcome, reunion with loved ones, release from pain or stress, etc.
If the poet is thinking about LOSING someone to death, it's more likely to focus on the absence of the person.
Atami, My first visit to this site. I'm hoping your search for symbolism for this topic is to enable you to complete a poem or perhaps study this type of poetry. Being a bipolar individual taking medication and a mother of a son who has commited suicide, the topic concerns me. If you are or have been feeling this yourself, please talk to a counselor or call the mental health hotline in your city. If you are a student at a university go to the clinic. do not think you are not worth anything or that your pain is so unbearable that you can't go on living.
Please forgive me if I got the wrong impression from your request.
I've come across depression symbolised as a glass floor through which the sufferer could see terrible things the rest of the world couldn't and she didn't want to tell people about them - if I remember rightly similar glass walls kept her from sharing fully in other peoples lives - it was a very effective poem.
Seasonal imagery: Christina Rossetti wrote a lot of poems about death and depression, often using seasonal imagery - Autumn and Winter representing the barreness she feels within. Pretty common amongst many poets.
Bird imagery: Crows and rooks are assoicated with death, as are owls; nightingales too sometimes - any bird associated with the night-time.
You might like to look at Tennyson's fantastic poem 'Mariana' for plenty of imagery relating to solitariness, despair and a longing for death.
Also, here's a good one...
A Better Resurrection by Christina Rossetti
I have no wit, no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numb'd too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
I lift mine eyes, but dimm'd with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is in the falling leaf:
O Jesus, quicken me.
My life is like a faded leaf,
My harvest dwindled to a husk:
Truly my life is void and brief
And tedious in the barren dusk;
My life is like a frozen thing,
No bud nor greenness can I see:
Yet rise it shall ? the sap of Spring;
O Jesus, rise in me.
My life is like a broken bowl,
A broken bowl that cannot hold
One drop of water for my soul
Or cordial in the searching cold;
Cast in the fire the perish'd thing;
Melt and remould it, till it be
A royal cup for Him, my King:
O Jesus, drink of me.
Take a look at poets who wrote about them- a long list- death and depression probably inspire more verse than love. A few candidates: Plath, Larkin, Tennyson, Keats, Coleridge, Eliot, Poe, Jeffers, Smart, Clare...That lot should see you through for a few months!
Death is an unanswered breath.
Depression is an unforgiven sigh, a dream of smoke and ash.
Forgive me for I was remembering my muse.
Because I could not stop for Death,
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then 't is centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
"I "Love Summer more than I hate Winter"
"My death waits like an open door..."
("My Death," English translation of a song by Jacques Brel)