Confessions of a Funeral Director
March 13, 2012
During Robert Frost’s times when there weren’t massive cemeteries with thousands of bodies buried beneath, the dead were simply buried on one’s own property. It was a home burial. And many of the home cemeteries contained children.
Today, the death of children is the exception. The time period in which Frost is writing his poem, it was commonplace. The story starts out with the husband catching his wife looking from the second story window at a freshly dug grave in the back yard.
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