The living come with grassy tread
To read the gravestones on the hill;
The graveyard draws the living still,
But never anymore the dead.
The verses in it say and say:
“The ones who living come today
To read the stones and go away
Tomorrow dead will come to stay.”
-Robert Frost, “In a Disused Graveyard”
I can’t be the only one with a morbid fascination with cemeteries. For the same reason I find autumn and Halloween so aesthetically pleasing, I find cemeteries hauntingly beautiful places. Granted, when I took a bike ride through Crown Hill Cemetery, adjacent to Butler University (from which I just graduated… Summa Cum Laude, ahem), it was in the upper 80s and sunny, so I was a little too hot and sweaty to quite feel that eerie amosphere. Still, I took some pictures to share.
Crown Hill opened in 1864 and is the third largest cemetery in the United States. It houses over 185,000 graves and sits at the highest point in Indianapolis. The poet James Whitcomb Riley is buried at the highest point, and President Benjamin Harrison is around there somewhere too, but I didn’t find his final resting place. The inventor of Sudoku and bank robber John Dillinger (if you’ve seen Public Enemies with Johnny Depp) are buried there too. I should have gotten a map.
Any relation to Jason, I wonder?