Bill’s Poem

As part of my celebrations for National Poetry Month, I’ve begun pestering the poetry lovers among my nearest and dearest to send me their favorite poems, so that I can post them here on The Art of Reading. I’ve invited everyone to write something about the poem they’ve chosen, or simply to send the poem itself, and I’m hopeful that throughout the rest of April I’ll be able to post a different poem from a different person every few days.

To start with, here is Bill’s (more affectionately known as “Father Dearest”) choice, the poem “Requiem,” by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894), reprinted from An Anthology of Modern Verse. Ed. A. Methuen. London: Methuen & Co., 1921.


UNDER the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.


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