“We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.”

“What long-dead face makes here the grass so green?On what earth-buried bosom do we lean?Ah! love, when we in turn are grass and flowers,By what kind eyes to come shall we be seen?”

“Forget the past, let the dead bury the dead. Things were working out fine, and that was the only thing he had to remember.”

“And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves." "So grass is death too-it grows out of our buried bodies. The grass was so many different things at once, it was bewildering. So grass is a metaphor for life, and for death, and for equality, and for connectedness, and for God, and for hope.”

“The other mammoths were as protective of the dying as they were of newborns, and they gathered around tying to make the fallen one get up. When all was over, they buried the dead ancestor under piles of dirt, grass, leaves, or snow. Mammoths were even known to bury other dead animals, including humans.”

“We keep on burying our dead/We keep on planting their bones in the ground/But they won't grow/The sun doesn't help/The rain doesn't help.”