Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER, by WITTER BYNNER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: And then I felt a fever in my veins Last Line: Was that a whisper in the evening breeze? Alternate Author Name(s): Morgan, Emanuel Subject(s): Death; Social Protest; Unknown Soldier; War; Dead, The | ||||||||
And then I felt a fever in my veins To be done with all these passions, all these pains. I envied the Unknown Soldier. Let him lie Solemn, anonymous. A man must die What difference whether mighty with no name Or with a dated lettering of a puny fame? Death is a simpler matter, anyway, Than merely living on from day to day, The blunders and the blaming and the blinking No wonder wars occur, instead of thinking! Must we be fools and, when we organize, Grow twice as sinister and half as wise? When we enlist as soldiers of a State Or race or creed or culture, anything great, Why will we think as little as we can, Instead of being friendly, man to man? ... The hour the great memorial went by, I saw a woman clasp a child and cry And then a touch of fever caught her breath, To have her baby die as fine a death. Are there any fruits to know us by but these? Was that a whisper in the evening breeze? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND A BUFFALO DANCE AT SANTO DOMINGO by WITTER BYNNER |
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