I was heading onto the freeway yesterday afternoon. The on-ramp I took curves right past an old graveyard (next to Aloha Stadium, for those familiar with Hawai’i). The gravestones are nearly buried by unmown grass; the place is obviously completely uncared for. It’s a shame.
To read the gravestones on the hill;
The graveyard draws the living still,
But never anymore the dead.
The verses in it say and say:
“The ones who living come today
To read the stones and go away
Tomorrow dead will come to stay.”
So sure of death the marbles rhyme,
Yet can’t help marking all the time
How no one dead will seem to come.
What is it men are shrinking from?
It would be easy to be clever
And tell the stones: Men hate to die
And have stopped dying now forever.
I think they would believe the lie.
—Robert Frost
“In a Disused Graveyard”
Published/Written in 1923
From American Poems.
I know the one you mean — it’s really eerie. There’s a similar one in Ewa, too, and its neglect is even odder IMO because it’s right on Ft. Weaver, very visible to everyone coming into or out of town (I think the Aiea one is in a little more obscure location).
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