Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Robert Frost on a Disused Graveyard

In A Disused Graveyard

The living come with grassy tread 
To read the gravestones on the hill; 
The graveyard draws the living still, 
But never anymore the dead. 
The verses in it say and say: 
"The ones who living come today 
To read the stones and go away 
Tomorrow dead will come to stay." 
So sure of death the marbles rhyme, 
Yet can't help marking all the time 
How no one dead will seem to come. 
What is it men are shrinking from? 
It would be easy to be clever 
And tell the stones: 
Men hate to die 
And have stopped dying now forever. 
I think they would believe the lie.

--Robert Frost

1 comment:

ed pacht said...

I like it!
I've never encountered this piece before. Old graveyards are a favorite subject of mine, but Frost gave it a twist that never occurred to me.

ed pacht