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Edgar Lee Masters - Conrad Siever

Not in that wasted garden
Where bodies are drawn into grass
That feeds no flocks, and into evergreens
That bear no fruit --
There where along the shaded walks
Vain sighs are heard,
And vainer dreams are dreamed
Of close communion with departed souls --
But here under the apple tree
I loved and watched and pruned
With gnarled hands
In the long, long years;
Here under the roots of this northern-spy
To move in the chemic change and circle of life,
Into the soil and into the flesh of the tree,
And into the living epitaphs
Of redder apples! 

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Poet: Edgar Lee Masters
Poem: Conrad Siever
Poem of the Day: May 22 2007

Comment 5 of 5, added on December 21st, 2014 at 4:37 PM.

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Comment 4 of 5, added on December 21st, 2014 at 7:35 AM.

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Comment 3 of 5, added on January 14th, 2008 at 1:48 PM.

He's talking about how he wouldn't go into (that is, be buried) a graveyard or a cemetary with others who wish to be reunited with loved ones in heaven, but rather into his own apple orchard - that is where he will be buried - and feed the soil of future fruit. It expresses a naturalist's or perhaps one might say a pagan point of view.

These poems from Master's Spoon River Anthology are all epitaphs about everyone who lived in that town and told from each person's point of view - how they really felt about what went on in that small town and in their own lives, as opposed to the ad hock stuff that always gets recorded on gravestones or said in eulogies. It's a fascinating treasure, this collection - many of the poems are interwoven and you make the connections to the other people in the town through them - you can recognize the relationships if you read them all and read them randomly from time to time. It is really a stunning piece of literature, the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.


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