#november graveyard

[apoemaday]

November Graveyard

by Sylvia Plath

The scene stands stubborn: skinflint trees Hoard last year’s leaves, won’t mourn, wear sackcloth, or turn To elegiac dryads, and dour grass Guards the hard-hearted emerald of its grassiness However the grandiloquent mind may scorn Such poverty. No dead men’s cries

Flower forget-me-nots between the stones Paving this grave ground. Here’s honest rot To unpick the heart, pare bone Free of the fictive vein. When one stark skeleton Bulks real, all saints’ tongues fall quiet: Flies watch no resurrections in the sun.

At the essential landscape stare, stare Till your eyes foist a vision dazzling on the wind: Whatever lost ghosts flare, Damned, howling in their shrouds across the moor Rave on the leash of the starving mind Which peoples the bare room, the blank, untenanted air.

[derangedrhythms]

Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems; from ‘November Graveyard’ (edited excerpt)

[pol-ski]

All Saints' Day Procession, Rakowicki Cemetery, Kraków, Poland

[andulkaphoto]

[ivomagus]

[itsrainingpumpkins]

Spider Gates Cemetery Frank Grace

[terrorcouplekillcolonel]

[wensdaiambrose]

Pictures from yesterday's walk through the cemetery

Part 3

[jils-things]

dia de los muertos 🤝 araw ng kaluluwa*

happy halloween but we love our family too

[kodachrome-net]

Graceland Cemetery, Chicago, November 2019

[dejabluan]

I finished a tribute sketch that I made for Neil Gaiman's Birthday, the amazing author who's given us the Sandman of our Dreams, the Coraline of our Mischief, the Stardust of our Skies, the Didi of our Eternity, the Graveyard of our Mysteries, and so many more!

[cemeteryeyesofficial]

"November; Crows are approaching - Wounded leaves fall to the ground." Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann

[romanticnihilistforhire]

My most hopeless romantic trait is passing by a pretty graveyard on a mild night around midnight in my car with the windows down and thinkin: "damn, it's a great night to fuck behind a mausoleum"

[ivomagus]