
At Westhampton Cemetery, at Station Road and Montauk Highway in Westhampton, N.Y., I am struck by the contrast of artistic embellishments on old gravemarkers: corporeal skulls suggesting, to me, the deceased’s present existence, or smiling angels with wings, indicating the gone one’s aspiration.

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The place, these stones, the occupants continue to inspire. Consider, for instance, Philip Appleman’s poem, “Westhampton Cemetery founded 1795.” Here, we can remember when Westhampton was something more than a summer playground.
—Lori Tripoli

Photo credit: M. Ciavardini