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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Nothing against Catholics but this sounds something that a Catholic would write. And I feel it is, and don't take that position away.
It's very depressing but very descriptive and both those qualities work so well together. The metaphors are quaint not too restless but they bode well with the piece as well.
A great piece written by Plath.
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I came upon this poem when I was in university. I was taught that she wrote this when she was fifteen years old. Can you believe that! FIFTEEN YEARS OLD! I'm jealous. I'm twice that age and I can't write that well.
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I remember when I first read Sylvia Plath and I can remember thinking "Wow! I want to write like her someday." But now I know that no one could ever write like her. She had a style unqiuely her own. People can try to emulate but it would never be as brilliant as her.
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Her vocabulary was utterly astounding..
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Some phrase caught my eye "no spiritual Caesars" and "they seek only oblivion."
Interesting ending...Thepast two I've read convey a very powerful ending...Lot s of emphasis
!~YS4e~!
Scarlett
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