The poem Home Burial told me a lot about life. It's a story about how the the loss of child affects a couple. Each person has a response that is unique. You can't really blame anyone since there is so much anger when there is loss. These lines resonate with me.
No, from the time when one is sick to death,
One is alone, and he dies more alone.
Friends make pretence of following to the grave,
But before one is in it, their minds are turned
And making the best of their way back to life
And living people, and things they understand.
But the world's evil. I won't have grief so
If I can change it.
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