Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE DEAD COMRADE, by EDWARD CARPENTER Poet's Biography First Line: There among the woods, after the battle returning Last Line: And faint in death the lips I love so well. Subject(s): Brotherhood; Death; Love; Mourning; Soldiers; War; Dead, The; Bereavement | ||||||||
There among the woods, after the battle returning, In a little open spothow well I remember it Where the ground was red with the blood of my lover, my dead comrade, (Him whom to save I would have died so gladly, O so gladly, Whom I could not at this, at any time, bear to see suffer even a little hurt So tenderly we loved, so tenderly.) There on the stained, red ground, in the midst of the clotted precious blood, not even yet dry, stood a small yellow flower The little Cow-wheat they call it, with its slender yellow blossoms in pairs, and its faint-tinged lips. And now in the woods each yearin the silent beautiful woods, so calm, so sweetthough the same flowers spring by the hundreds Not a word do they utter of that awful scene, not a word of all that carnage, Of the splintered trees, the blood-smeared corpses, the devilish noises and the sights and smells, Or of the livid face and faint-blue lips of him I loved as never another I could love. O how can you grow so careless, little flowers, and yet continue ages to grow under the trees the same And all the light gone out of the world for me? Each year when summer comes and July suns, To the woods I must go like one drawn by a fatal dread and fascination, To see the sight I most abhor to see The patch of blood, and the unharmed flower in the midst, And faint in death the lips I love so well. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNGERFIELD by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE MOURNER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN HECUBA MOURNS by MARILYN NELSON THERE IS NO GOD BUT by AGHA SHAHID ALI IF I COULD MOURN LIKE A MOURNING DOVE by FRANK BIDART AS A MOULD FOR SOME FAIR FORM by EDWARD CARPENTER |
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