Because this graveyard is a hill,
I must climb up to see my dead,
stopping once midway to rest
beside this tree.
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This poem is kind of confusing. The first part of the poem it seems as if the son is narrating, it then switches to the father narrating, and then back to the son agian. What I got out of it is that the son's father has passed away and that he is having these detailed visions.
This poem talks about a man that has lost a love one so he climbs in this mind with his father but does not tell him that he was dead. I think the poem is beautiful and very descriptive that he lost his love one.
This is very lovely. You seem to be searching for reality and significance in the face of your father's death.
To me, this poem is about visiting the graves of loved ones; as we get older we accumulate (our) dead. The poem's switch reflects the effort to grasp the surrealism of death and loss.