Poetry of Eli Siegel
The Meeting Place It Can Be All the Time
We tap with abandon
On the oldest cemetery in the world,
Because we don’t know it is a cemetery.
We think it is a dance hall.
It is, however, a meadow;
A meadow which can be a dance hall,
And a cemetery (the oldest one)
Or anything else at all.
It can be a meeting-place,
A skating-rink,
A city,
A picnic ground.
The possibilities of the oldest cemetery in the world
Are not to be limited.
The dead
Are not to be limited.
They can spring any time at all;
They have sprung any time at all;
And have enjoyed themselves in the picnic ground
Their cemetery came to be;
Or have been ardent in the meeting-place
Their cemetery came to be;
And can be all the time.