Jack London State Historic Park Event

The poetry of George Sterling, best friend of Jack London and California Poet Laureate at the 100th Annual Jack London Memorial Service, Jack London State Park, Glen Ellen, CA , read by Doc Stull

Saturday, November 19, 2016 at 10:30  AM

London Gravesite

“I wouldn’t mind if you laid my ashes on the knoll where the Greenlaw children are buried. And roll over me a red boulder from the ruins of the Big House.”  Jack London



Oh, was there ever face of all the dead

In which too late the living could not read

A mute appeal for all the love unsaid—

A mute reproach for careless word and deed?

And now, dear friend of friends, we look on thine,

To whom we could not give a last farewell—

On whom without a whisper or a sign,

The deep unfathomable Darkness fell.

On! Gone beyond us, who shall say how far?

Gone swiftly to the dim Eternity,

Leaving us silence, or the words that are

To sorrow as the foam is to the sea.

Unfearing heart, whose patience was so long!

Unresting mind, so hungry for the truth!

Now has thou rest, gentle one and strong,

Dead like a lordly lion in its youth.

Farewell! Although thou know not, there alone,

Farewell! Although thou hear not in our cry

The love we would have given had we known, Ah! And a soul like thine how shall it die.


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