Mine is a body that should die at sea!
And have for a grave, instead of a grave
Six feet deep and the length of me,
All the water that is under the wave!
And terrible fishes to seize my flesh,
Such as a living man might fear,
And eat me while I am firm and fresh,—
Not wait till I've been dead for a year!

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Poet: Edna St. Vincent Millay (Edna St. Vincent Millay Art)
Poem: Burial
Poem of the Day: Apr 9 2006
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