Edna St. Vincent Millay (22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States)
Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay : 15 / 165
Burial
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!
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
Read poems about / on: water, fear, sea, fish, fishing
Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay : 15 / 165
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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