Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET IN A CEMETERY, by CHAPMAN JAMES MILLING Poet's Biography First Line: Where live oaks brooded low against a wall Last Line: Whose message read, the old days were the best. Subject(s): Cemeteries; Graveyards | ||||||||
Where live oaks brooded low against a wall And honeysuckle twined, I knelt alone To trace the crumbling letters of each stone Until I learned the history of all. Sweet Emily, who died at seventeen; He giveth His beloved sleep, I read Amanda, Rachel, Agatha, all dead, Cut down as wasted grain which yet is green. They all had died because they gave new life; In prim array each futile headstone stood, A monument to helpless motherhood -- In memory of Anne, devoted wife --. I plucked a hoary falsehood from my breast Whose message read, The old days were the best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POEM FOR MY TWENTIETH BIRTHDAY by KENNETH KOCH THERE IS ALWAYS A LITTLE WIND by TED KOOSER JEWISH GRAVEYARDS, ITALY by PHILIP LEVINE SAILING HOME FROM RAPALLO by ROBERT LOWELL THE HILL ABOVE THE MINE by MALCOLM COWLEY ARROW MAKER by CHAPMAN JAMES MILLING |
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