The Truth the Dead Know

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Anne Sexton - Non-Music, Pop

The Truth the Dead Know

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Gone, I say and walk from church Refusing the stiff procession to the grave Letting the dead ride alone in the hearse It is June. I am tired of being brave We drive to the Cape. I cultivate Myself where the sun gutters from the sky Where the sea swings in like an iron gate And we touch. In another country people die My darling, the wind falls in like stonеs From the whiteheartеd water and when we touch We enter touch entirely. No one's alone Men kill for this, or for as much And what of the dead? They lie without shoes In their stone boats. They are more like stone Than the sea would be if it stopped. They refuse To be blessed, throat, eye and knucklebone

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Credits

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  • Anne Sexton