Nothing To Be Said

Nothing To Be Said is a poem about the inevitability of death, no matter who you are life slowly comes to an end.

Stanza One
> 'For nations vague as weed' - small isolated nations
> 'For nomads among stones' - nomads are wanderers
> Despite the variety in lifestyles, all of these people are slowly dying, they may be the different but they will all end the same.

Stanza Two
> 'Of building, benediction' - no matter how you build your life, or how kind you are, you are still slowly dying
> 'The days spent hunting pig // Or holding a garden-party' - massive contrast in normal day-to-day activities for different people, juxtaposing images, with reference to the rich and poor

Stanza Three
> 'advance on birth equally slowly' - life is the slow journey towards death no matter who you are
> 'and saying so to some means nothing' - telling some people life is the slow journey to death means nothing to them because they don't like to think about it - possibly because they do not agree with the approach, or because they find it traumatic.
> 'others it leaves // Nothing to be said' - death is unescapeable and the thought of death could say to rob any words they have