# Bury Me in a Free Land explained — Poetry > Chapter companion for Poetry by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper. ## What happens The speaker expresses a fervent desire to be buried in a land where slavery does not exist, describing the horrors of slavery—the trembling slave, the coffle gang, the mother's despair, the lash, the separation of families, the bloodhounds, and the sale of young girls—and declaring that only in a free land can they find rest. ## Themes in this chapter ### Freedom and Liberation The poem's central plea is for burial in a land free from slavery, equating physical location with spiritual rest and liberation. ### Slavery and Oppression The poem graphically depicts the oppression of enslaved people, including family separation, physical abuse, and dehumanization. ## Character check-ins ### Unknown Narrator The speaker who yearns for burial in a free land and vividly describes the atrocities of slavery. ## Key lines > Make me a grave where’er you will, In a lowly plain, or a lofty hill, Make it among earth’s humblest graves, But not in a land where men are slaves. You may bury me anywhere, in a humble or high place, but not in a country where people are enslaved. _The speaker prioritizes freedom over any earthly status or location._ > I could not rest if around my grave I heard the steps of a trembling slave: His shadow above my silent tomb Would make it a place of fearful gloom. I would find no peace if a frightened slave's footsteps or shadow haunted my grave, turning it into a place of horror. _The speaker imagines the haunting presence of slavery even in death._ > I could not rest if I heard the tread Of a coffle gang to the shambles led, And the mother’s shriek of wild despair Rise like a curse on the trembling air. I would be unable to rest if I heard the sound of a chain gang being led to the slave market and a mother's desperate scream filling the air like a curse. _The poem evokes the auditory horrors of the slave trade and family separation._ > I could not sleep if I saw the lash Drinking her blood at each fearful gash, And I saw her babes torn from her breast, Like trembling doves from their parent nest. I could not sleep if I witnessed the whip drawing blood from a mother and her children being ripped from her arms like baby birds from a nest. _The imagery emphasizes the physical violence and emotional trauma of slavery._ > If I saw young girls from their mothers’ arms Bartered and sold for their youthful charms, My eye would flash with a mournful flame, My death-paled cheek grow red with shame. If I saw young girls being taken from their mothers and sold for their beauty, my eyes would blaze with sorrow and my dead face would flush with shame. _The speaker condemns the sexual exploitation of enslaved girls._ > I ask no monument, proud and high, To arrest the gaze of the passers by; All that my yearning spirit craves, Is bury me not in a land of slaves. I do not want a grand monument to attract attention; my only wish is not to be buried in a country where slavery exists. _The speaker rejects worldly honors in favor of the simple but profound condition of freedom._ ## Links - HTML: https://www.betterreads.online/discover/poetry_7_se/chapters/bury-me-in-a-free-land - Book: https://www.betterreads.online/discover/poetry_7_se - All chapters: https://www.betterreads.online/discover/poetry_7_se/chapters