Here are two contrasting poems that weigh the balance between living and dying, one with light wit, the other with dark passion.
The first is from the 1920s, Dorothy Parker’s Résumé:
Razors pain you,
Rivers are damp,
Acids stain you,
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful,
Gas smells awful.
You might as well live.
The second is from the 1960s, Sylvia Plath’s Lady Lazarus. This poem is best listened to—here. I don’t think you’ll forget it. It was recorded just before she killed herself.
One more from Dorothy Parker, Coincidences:
By the time you swear you’re his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying –
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.
Poems such as these teach us much about emotions.