Burial

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!

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Comments (3)

I find this an interesting piece. Don't know whether the poet at the time was speaking seriously as from a state of depression or had just decided to write a quirky, somewhat humorous poem. Hmm.....
Leagues below, the depression of death that encase all poets, Edna, was no exception! A red-herring.....
a burial at sea. I wonder why the poet wrote this line 'and eat me while I am firm and fresh' why would she care if she's eaten after a year. Maybe she wants her body to be fresh food for the fish.hmmmmmmm