Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

In A Disused Graveyard - Poem by Robert Frost

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.


Comments about In A Disused Graveyard by Robert Frost

  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (4/26/2014 3:46:00 AM)

    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 21,770 Points * Sunprincess * (10/27/2012 10:06:00 AM)

    wow..I find graveyards to be peaceful..even
    the disused graveyards..fabulous write! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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