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Poet: Sylvia Plath
Poem: Contusion
Volume: The Collected Poems
Year: Published/Written in 1963
Poem of the Day:
Jun 25 2007
Comment 1 of 1, added on January 13th, 2005 at 3:55 PM.
The last three lines of "Contusion" are the most perfect expression of death I've ever read:
The heart shuts.
The sea slides back
The mirrors are sheeted.
I can't say I really understand the rest of the poem, although it's vivid and I love it, especially the "doom mark" crawling down the wall, but those last lines stand out so completely for me that I tend to disassociate them from the rest of the poem. To me, those lines are what death is, its finality, a soul and mind vanishing completely from the ocean of life, consciousness and the world.
lawson from United States
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The last three lines of "Contusion" are the most perfect expression of death I've ever read:
The heart shuts.
The sea slides back
The mirrors are sheeted.
I can't say I really understand the rest of the poem, although it's vivid and I love it, especially the "doom mark" crawling down the wall, but those last lines stand out so completely for me that I tend to disassociate them from the rest of the poem. To me, those lines are what death is, its finality, a soul and mind vanishing completely from the ocean of life, consciousness and the world.
lawson from United States