Tuesday, July 3, 2018

101 Poems, Number 13


Favorite Poems Throughout My Life


13: “Requiem,” 1890, by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850–94)

“Under the wide and starry sky”—
How can this start with such a line
(A line evocative and fine)
And be about a man who’ll die?

The poet loved his poem, too—
Directed it be on the stone*
He lies below—so long alone—
But left these words for me and you.

*He is buried on Mount Vaea in Samoa, near where he died.


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