The Truth the Dead Know by Anne Sexton

Anne Sexton is a crucial contributor to any collection of poems on honesty. Her style is often described as "confessional" and her approach is not to justify past behaviors but present them in their heart wrenching fullest. In this piece understanding Sexton's comment on honesty requires engaging the dual meaning of the word lie in the first line of the last stanza.

The Truth the Dead Know
by Anne Sexton

For my Mother, born March 1902, died March 1959
and my Father, born February 1900, died June 1959

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 stones
from the whitehearted 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 the 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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