I need to know....

[timeless]

What comes to mind when you read this poem?

I am on a Scotish moor just before winter.  

The trees are stark, stubborn against the wind
Something is on the ground that the leaves are collecting around.  
I hope it is not what I think it is -- please move
The grass is only green in this spot.
No one is morning he who lies there -- so sad not to have someone mourn you.
The ground is very rocky (Scotish moor style) as I come for yet a closer look.

I am mesmerized by what I see.
A half rotted skeleton on the ground unburied.
Even a saint would be silent at such a sight.
The flies are on it.

I imagine eyes that stared until they were no more but empty sockets the wind could blow through.
The mind is gone -- starved
All that lives inside this mind now is wind -- the soul is gone.

Respectfully,
timeless[]

[Nerezza]

...what comes to mind when you read this poem.

November Graveyard

The scene stands stubborn: skinflint trees
Hoard last year's leaves, won't mourn, wear sackcloth, or turn
To elegiac dryads, and dour grass
Guards the hard-hearted emerald of its grassiness
However the grandiloquent mind may scorn
Such poverty. No dead men's cries

Flower forget-me-nots between the stones
Paving this grave ground. Here's honest rot
To unpick the heart, pare bone
Free of the fictive vein. When one stark skeleton
Bulks real, all saint's tongues fall quiet:
Flies watch no reserrections in the sun.

At the essential landscape stare, stare
Till your eyes foist a vision dazzling on the wind:
Whatever lost ghosts flare
Damned, howling in their shrouds across the moor
Rave on the leash of the starving mind
Which peoples the bare room, the blank, untenanted air.

It's by Sylvia Plath and I need to know for a website im making.