Edna St. Vincent Millay

(22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States)

Burial - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Mine is a body that should die at sea!
And have for a grave, instead of a grave
Six feet deep and the length of me,
All the water that is under the wave!
And terrible fishes to seize my flesh,
Such as a living man might fear,
And eat me while I am firm and fresh,—
Not wait till I've been dead for a year!


Comments about Burial by Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 8:20:00 AM)

    I find this an interesting piece. Don't know whether the poet at the time was speaking seriously as from a state of depression or had just decided to write a quirky, somewhat humorous poem. Hmm..... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 79 Points John Hardesty (7/2/2013 1:25:00 PM)

    Leagues below, the depression of death that encase all poets, Edna, was no exception! A red-herring..... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Marcia Morris (7/10/2007 12:56:00 AM)

    a burial at sea. I wonder why the poet wrote this line 'and eat me while I am firm and fresh' why would she care if she's eaten after a year. Maybe she wants her body to be fresh food for the fish.hmmmmmmm (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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