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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE DEAD, by MATHILDE BLIND Poet's Biography First Line: The dead abide with us. Though stark and cold Last Line: And curse the heritage which we bequeath. Alternate Author Name(s): Lake, Claude Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | |||
The dead abide with us! though stark and cold Earth seems to grip them, they are with us still: They have forged our chains of being for good or ill; And their invisible hands these hands yet hold. Our perishable bodies are the mould In which their strong imperishable will -- Mortality's deep yearning to fulfil -- Hath grown incorporate through dim time untold. Vibrations infinite of life in death, As a star's travelling light survives its star! So may we hold our lives, that when we are The fate of those who then will draw this breath, They shall not drag us to their judgment-bar, And curse the heritage which we bequeath. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND THE MYSTIC'S VISION by MATHILDE BLIND |
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