Question

summary of poem 'Deer park at sarnath' by meena alexander​

Answer 1

It seems impossible to begin

to speak of those gone ahead

intact, fired by breath.

Through flowering mustard

they race past a main road

northwards to the deer park.

In the terrible kindness of the dead,

they whisper as they pass

inscribe yourself if you can

on brick or bone or slate

then surrender it all with grace

rejoice in these trees

jutting windward.

A threshold

cut in rock

with seven kingdoms visible

is still no stopping place.

Clouds consume the palaces

of the gods,

stone chariots stir in soil

all Sarnath is covered in dirt.

There is no grief like this,

the origin of landscape is mercy.