Analysis of Burial Rites. Poem by Philip Levine, 2007
By Philip Levine
April 9, 2007
Everyone comes back here to die
as I will soon. The place feels right
since it’s half dead to begin with.
Even on a rare morning of rain,
like this morning, with the low sky
hoarding its riches except for
a few mock tears, the hard ground
accepts nothing. Six years ago
I buried my mother’s ashes
beside a young lilac that’s now
taller than I, and stuck the stub
of a rosebush into her dirt,
where like everything else not
human it thrives. The small blossoms
never unfurl; whatever they know
they keep to themselves until
a morning rain or a night wind
pares the petals down to nothing.
Even the neighbor cat who shits
daily on the paths and then hides
deep in the jungle of the weeds
refuses to purr. Whatever’s here
is just here, and nowhere else,
so it’s right to end up beside
the woman who bore me, to shovel
into the dirt whatever’s left
and leave only a name for some-
one who wants it. Think of it,
my name, no longer a portion
of me, no longer inflated
or bruised, no longer stewing
in a rich compost of memory
or the simpler one of bone shards,
dirt, kitty litter, wood ashes,
the roots of the eucalyptus
I planted in ’73,
a tiny me taking nothing,
giving nothing, and free at last.
Published in the print edition of the April 16, 2007, issue.
Philip Levine began contributing poems to the magazine in 1958, and was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1995 for his collection “The Simple Truth.” He died in 2015, at the age of eighty-seven.
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Metre | 11001 10 1011111 11110111 11111011 101011011 11101011 10110011 0111011 01101101 11011010 0101111 10110101 1010101 111011 10110110 10011011 1110101 01011011 10101110 10010111 10101011 10010101 0101111 111011 11111101 010111110 010111 01100111 1111111 11110010 11110010 1111010 001101100 101001111 11010110 0110010 1100 01011010 10100111 10001010101010 1001010100101010001010010011100011010010111010111010 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,524 |
Words | 301 |
Sentences | 11 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 38, 2 |
Lines Amount | 42 |
Letters per line (avg) | 28 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 387 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 93 |
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Written on March 28, 2023
Submitted by dougb.19255 on March 28, 2023
Modified on March 28, 2023
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