SON, my son! I will go up to the mountain And there I will light a fire To the feet of my son's spirit, And there will I lament him; Saying, O my son, What is my life to me, now you are departed? Son, my son, In the deep earth We softly laid thee In a chief's robe, In a warrior's gear. Surely there, In the spirit land Thy deeds attend thee! Surely, The corn comes to the ear again! But I, here, I am the stalk that the seed-gatherers Descrying empty, afar, left standing. Son, my son! What is my life to me, now you are departed? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABOVE HALF MOON by JAMES GALVIN THE JOBHOLDER by DAVID IGNATOW SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOHN CABANIS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ASHURNATSIRPAL III by CARL SANDBURG EASTER HYMN by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE UNDERGRADUATE KILLED IN BATTLE; OXFORD, 1915 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |