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Hot And Cold
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Hot And Cold

Poem By Roald Dahl

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Hark! now I hear them,--ding-dong, bell.

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Like Marcus Aurelius would write were he so inclined. Consolatione philosophae.
Fantastically intriguiging And that is coming from a twelve year old
The poem stands as a good metaphor for how we make myths of our fathers- pairing it with something like Plath's Colossus would be an interesting contrast.
deneme deneme deneme deneme
Though a death is to be mourned, the death of this man is incredibly special. Bodies are supposed to decay, but parts of this man's body have turned into something beautiful and precious. Not only that but sea nymphs are ringing the death knell for this man every hour. The alliteration in Full Fathom Five thy father lies” gives tremendous weight to the profundity of this death.