SON, my son! I will go up to the mountain And there I will light a fire To the feet of my son's spirit, And there will I lament him; Saying, O my son, What is my life to me, now you are departed? Son, my son, In the deep earth We softly laid thee In a chief's robe, In a warrior's gear. Surely there, In the spirit land Thy deeds attend thee! Surely, The corn comes to the ear again! But I, here, I am the stalk that the seed-gatherers Descrying empty, afar, left standing. Son, my son! What is my life to me, now you are departed? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: AT NICE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JACOB GODBEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE GRINDSTONE by ROBERT FROST YOUTH AND AGE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THREE GATES [OF GOLD] by ELIZABETH DAYTON THE SUICIDE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY |