In an old cemetery
by the sea,
I buried my father
then I buried me,
Here he lies.
and here we lay,
dead together,
in the cemetery.
No one cares,
no one comes,
no one visits,
no one knows.
A special place
reserved for me,
so here I am
in the cemetery
Windswept waves
of rolling grass,
beneath the clouds
by a sea of glass,
here I'l ly
and here I'l lay
for all the rest
of my cemetary days
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
must be a private place, said Andrew Marvel, but none, do there embrace.