Brigflatts

Back at Sedbergh today. When we finished I went to have a quick look at the Brigflatts Quaker Meeting House which I have wanted to visit for a long time and particularly since seeing Fox's Pulpit.
This is the burial ground where Basil Bunting is buried.

Here's part of his long poem Briggflatts: An Autobiograpy ...

A mason times his mallet 
to a lark’s twitter, 
listening while the marble rests, 
lays his rule 
at a letter’s edge, 
fingertips checking, 
till the stone spells a name 
naming none, 
a man abolished. 
Painful lark, labouring to rise! 
The solemn mallet says: 
In the grave’s slot 
he lies. We rot.