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.
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5 comments:
The initiative was good, the poems posted so far have been too good! We now have a good compilation of poems that we can read whenever we want to, right at your blog! Really, high-quality stuff, keep them coming.
THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT!
fantastic idea vivek...the kipling one is one of my favourites.maybe some blake next time?
Pardon my stupidity, but I didn't get the meaning of this poem. Can someone please explain? Thanks.
Rachna: Thanks for the words of appreciation. I always find it so very comforting to have some feedback for whatever I am doing.
Deepan: There's no reason to feel stupid about anything. Poetry takes time to sink in. I am sure that if you read it maybe once or twice again, then you will also be able to grasp the meaning. In the end, a poem is like a mirror, showing different images to different souls.
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