The Grave of Richard Wilbur

Some August days are meant for a drive in the country. Fortunately, the climate catastrophe took a breath and I drove with my windows down through the Berkshire Mountains of Western Massachusetts to Dawes Cemetery, outside Cummington, to visit the grave of former Poet Laureate of the United States, Richard Wilbur.

Before I discovered that he was buried not far from my writing retreat, I didn’t know much about him. I knew he was a poet but could not have quoted even a line. So, after reviewing his poetry here are some I can recommend:

A Barred Owl starts out nice and sweet then turns gory.
The House describes a literal dream house.
and Two Voices in a Meadow which I only discovered after visiting his grave when I looked up the two lines engraved on his stone “Shatter me, great wind / I shall possess the field”.

Not sure how long I wandered around the cemetery. No one drove past and even though there were nearby farms I didn’t hear any machinery or engines. I thought about finding an empty plot and just lying down in the grass until it covered me.

While wandering I noticed a stone with little emblems affixed. When I checked it out I discovered the grave of former Secretary of State George Shultz from the corrupt Republican Reagan administration. He was also my college commencement speaker. We didn’t know he was going to speak at our graduation otherwise we would have a held a protest.

This may be the only cemetery with both a dead Poet Laureate and a dead Secretary of State.

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
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7 Responses to The Grave of Richard Wilbur

  1. berniebell1955's avatar berniebell1955 says:

    ‘Trust is the coin of the realm’

    FFS.

    OK Bart – how about a poem about those words being on that man’s headstone?

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  2. berniebell1955's avatar berniebell1955 says:

    You’re the headstones afficionado….I gift it to you….if you want it!

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