Epitaph Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Epitaph
Rating: ★3.0
Heap not on this mound
Roses that she loved so well:
Why bewilder her with roses,
That she cannot see or smell?
She is happy where she lies
With the dust upon her eyes.
Monday, January 13, 2003
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5/4/2024 10:16:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A lot of truth in this short write. Really when we cover a grave with flowers, we don't do it for the deceased. We do it for ourselves. Very introspective piece.