"In the cemetery a mile away from where we used to live my aunts and mother, my father and uncle lie in two long rows almost the way they used to sit around the long blanked table at family dinners, And walking beside the graves today, down one straight path and up the next, I don't feel sad for them, just left out a bit as if they kept from the kind of grown-up secret they used to share back then, something I'm not quite ready yet to learn."
When I first read this poem I pictured it as a young girl walking in a cemetary looking at all the graves of her past family members and thought it was weird when it said she didn't feel sad but as I thought about it more I thought it could have been an old woman who has lived most of her life already and has a family of her own. Her walking in the cemetary, just visiting the graves of her already passed family members not because they died too early but because it was there time and she is just remembering the family dinners when she was a little girl and how when your little and your family won't tell you certain things because you're too young. So the last line, "I'm not quite ready yet to learn." It is talking about death, she is not quite ready to pass on and be with her family members but just like when you get older and you learn those things that your family wouldn't tell you when your younger, she will eventually die.
I think you have some good thoughts on this one. I think there are always things we don't want to know until we're older, older, older...
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