Posts in Category: Cemeteries and Monuments

Laying on dried leaves

Laying on dried leaves

"I dug a grave under an oak-tree.
With infinite care, I stamped my spade
Into the heavy grass.
The sod sucked it,
And I drew it out with effort,
Watching the steel run liquid in the moonlight
As it came clear.
I stooped, and dug, and never turned,
For behind me,
On the dried leaves,
My own face lay like a white pebble,
Waiting."

(Amy Lowell in Pictures from the floating world)
Liège (B)

Blue bird

Blue bird

“Blue bird, true bird,
Tell them my heart is fain
To cross the plain and the mountain,
And live in their heart again!
But I am a slave in a far-off land,
And I long, I long in vain!”

(E. Nesbit in Slave song)
Liège (B

A memorial for passing into oblivion

A memorial for passing into oblivion

"They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate."

(E. Dowson in Vitae summa brevis ...)
Ivoz-Ramet (B)

Beauty will fade

Beauty will fade

"When you are in your grave,
the flowers blowing
shall hang their heads
and sicken in their grove.

Beauty will fade
and wither at your going,
oh my own love,
oh my own love."

(M. Kennedy title unknown)
Jemeppe-sur-Meuse (B)

A backyard cemetery

A backyard cemetery

“This quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies,
And Lads and Girls;
Was laughter and ability and sighing,
And frocks and curls.”

(E. Dickinson in A Cemetery)
Herstal (B)

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