Yes, he is here in thisopen field, in sunlight, amongthe few young trees set outto modify the bare facts--he's here, but onlybecause we are here. When we go, he goes with usto be your hands that neverdo violence, your eyesthat wonder, your livesthat daily praise lifeby living it, by laughter. He is never alone here, never cold in the field of graves. Denise Levertov
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William Wordsworth wrote this poem to describe the power of nature and the beauty that lives beyond the grave. He uses imagery of a dead man walking through a field of graves, walking awhile awhile and leaving when we go, walking only because we are there, walking to be your hands that never do violence, your eyes that wonder, your life that daily praise life by living it, by laughter.

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