In 1927, American poet Stephen Vincent Benét wrote of his love for American places, noting the strength in their very names. He suggested that when he died: I shall not rest quiet in Montparnasse. I shall not lie easy at Winchelsea. You may bury my body in Sussex grass, You bury my tongue at Champmedy. I shall not be there. I shall rise and pass. Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.
