The Wise

Dead men are wisest, for they know
How far the roots of flowers go,
How long a seed must rot to grow.

Dead men alone bear frost and rain
On throbless heart and heatless brain,
And feel no stir of joy or pain.

Dead men alone are satiate;
They sleep and dream and have no weight,
To curb their rest, of love or hate.

Strange, men should flee their company,
Or think me strange who long to be
Wrapped in their cool immunity.

by Countee Cullen

Comments (8)

Nice poem
Nice poem
This poem starts with what it seems a contradition, or perhaps a statement again common sense, but as one reads on, one does see the poet`s point of view. It is wise to read this try at good poetry several times. One reading may not be enough. I like this verse much. Way to go, poet! Luis Estable
For the dead person I have nothing to comment except to pray - 'May his/her soul rest in peace'.
The one thing we dread, is the one thing that is inevitable, accept it, and you know peace.
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