Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE DEAD PRAISE NOT THEE, O GOD, by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY First Line: We are alone: the dead who sleeping lie Last Line: "we dead." Variant Title(s): We Are Alone Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | ||||||||
WE are alone: the dead who sleeping lie, And I who mow the grass above their head. Since I still move, I say: "The deadand I," But had I thought of what it is to die, And what to live, I might have simply said, "We dead." | 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 A CHILD'S THOUGHTS by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY |
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