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Sylvia Plath - The Dead

Revolving in oval loops of solar speed,
Couched in cauls of clay as in holy robes,
Dead men render love and war no heed,
Lulled in the ample womb of the full-tilt globe.

No spiritual Caesars are these dead;
They want no proud paternal kingdom come;
And when at last they blunder into bed
World-wrecked, they seek only oblivion.

Rolled round with goodly loam and cradled deep,
These bone shanks will not wake immaculate
To trumpet-toppling dawn of doomstruck day : 
They loll forever in colossal sleep;
Nor can God's stern, shocked angels cry them up
From their fond, final, infamous decay.

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Poet: Sylvia Plath
Poem: The Dead

Comment 2 of 2, added on April 17th, 2007 at 7:01 PM.

Her poem ‘The Dead’ dispels any doubts about Sylvia Plath’s atheism. I applaud the poet.

Bill Dixon from Canada
Comment 1 of 2, added on February 13th, 2006 at 2:04 AM.

thhis poem has really touched me as it reminded me of the death experience i went through. PLath i thank you 4 ex

Tafida from Egypt

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