Lines 22-23
<span>Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,</span>
<span>Phew. No cremation. So
where does our "image" go when we die, if it isn’t sinking in the sea
or being buried in the ground? Well, it goes back to the Earth. <span>It
was "nourishment" from the Earth that allowed our body to grow, and now
our body will be turned ("resolved") back into earth again. This is
like that old expression you may have heard – "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."</span></span>Lines 24-25
<span>And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go</span>
<span>When
we die, according to this poem’s version of things, we lose what made
us human ("each human trace"). We give up our "individual being." Basically, after you die, you stop being the person you used to be.</span>Lines 26-27
<span>To mix for ever with the elements,
To be a brother to the insensible rock</span>
<span>Our speaker is really in love with this image of returning to the Earth, so now he just riffs on it a little. He
tells us our bodies will "mix […] with the elements." We’ll basically
be no different from an "insensible rock." Insensible just means
"unable to feel." So, all the touch and sight and hearing and emotion
that made us human will be gone, leaving us no different from rocks.</span><span>Lines 28-29
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<span>And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak</span>
<span>Just to make sure we got the point, the poem drives it in again, this time with some fancy vocab words. Now
the speaker tells us we’ll be like a "sluggish clod" after we’re dead.
A "clod" is a chunk of dirt, and "sluggish" lets us know how lifeless
and heavy we’ll be.The speaker really works this image of our
bodies turning into dirt. Here he talks about how a country boy (aka a
"swain" – a pretty popular dude in old nature poems) digs up that clod
of dirt with his plow ("share") and walks ("treads") all over it.
That’s just how low you’ll be after you’re dead. Even the swains get to
step on you. Bummer.Are you feeling comforted yet? Um, we're guessing no. Hey, Mr. Speaker, you're going to have to try a bit harder.</span>Line 30
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.
<span>Our
dead bodies will be food for oak trees, as they send their roots out
through the earth. Those roots will pierce the "mould" (soil) of our
bodies. <span>We think that last image is really vivid – a little
bit violent, but also sort of beautiful. Bodies mixing with trees? OK,
it could be worse.</span></span>
