I hope when I am dead that I shall lie
In some deserted grave--I cannot tell you why,
But I should like to sleep in some neglected spot
Unknown to every one, by every one forgot.

There lying I should taste with my dead breath
The utter lack of life, the fullest sense of death;
And I should never hear the note of jealousy or hate,
The tribute paid by passersby to tombs of state.

To me would never penetrate the prayers and tears
That futilely bring torture to dead and dying ears;
There I should lie annihilate and my dead heart would bless
Oblivion--the shroud and envelope of happiness.

by Jessie Redmon Fauset

Comments (6)

Cute poem. Cute Nom De Plume or handle. God bless all poets-MJG.
Loved this one too; brought a big smile to my face. Great poem. Bob
spontaneity...love this.
this is so refreshing sonny! Put a big ol grin on my face! Thank you! Donna
this one gave me an idea on how to surprise someone...which makes me think...where in the city do I find fireflies? ? ?
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