hello,
i didn't catch the name of the 21yr old poet... her mother engraved a poem of hers on her gravestone, now mostly worn off, but the part that was read aloud was so beautiful... something about a stream feeding the roses.
name anyone?
The Nation wrote one of the most beautiful reviews about 'Forever'.
http://www.thenation.com/doc/20070924/klawans
Here you can find the answer to your question:
"This is the tomb that moves me most of all," says Bertrand Beyern, a white-haired man who gives tours of Père-Lachaise, as he stands beside the memorial to Elisa Mercoeur. When Mercoeur died at age 26, in 1835, her mother had her poems inscribed on the gravestone. They were to be her immortality. "But now," Beyern says, "it's completely faded." The camera lingers over a pitted surface, haunted by the ghosts of indecipherable letters. "Soon there won't be much left but a few broken stones."
Her name is Elisa Mercoeur.
"This is the tomb that moves me most of all," says Bertrand Beyern, a white-haired man who gives tours of Père-Lachaise, as he stands beside the memorial to Elisa Mercoeur. When Mercoeur died at age 26, in 1835, her mother had her poems inscribed on the gravestone. They were to be her immortality. "But now," Beyern says, "it's completely faded." The camera lingers over a pitted surface, haunted by the ghosts of indecipherable letters. "Soon there won't be much left but a few broken stones."
http://www.thenation.com/doc/20070924/klawans