Classic and Contemporary Poetry
UNIDENTIFIED, by MARIE LOUISE HERSEY First Line: They'll find me on my face and drag me / forth Last Line: Vibrant with hidden footsteps but no sound. Subject(s): Unknown Soldier | ||||||||
THEY'LL find me on my face and drag me forth From a forgotten crevice in the wrack, And turn me over. They will creep along, Gathering in the precious stuff of war That is not too far gone to fight again, Will stop to count my unused cartridges And jerk a well-kept gun from my stiff arm, But never judge me worth the crowded space Of one good stretcher in the ambulance! What sign shall comfort her when my poor self, Cherished and cherishing, shall fall away In unrecoverable dust and dew Or, shifting, change into the mist that hangs Along the cloud-rim in a fringe of rain? Stunned by no printed flash of certainty And strolling lightly, she will turn to hear Something the wind had not till yesterday, By smoldering fence and rick feel the old path Vibrant with hidden footsteps but no sound. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ALTAR STONE by RICHARD ALEXANDER MAY 30, 1893 by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER by WITTER BYNNER WORDS ON PUBLIC AFFAIRS by WITTER BYNNER NOVEMBER 11TH by FRANK E. CAMPBELL THE UNKNOWN by HARRY HIBBARD KEMP THE UNKNOWN by ELMER O. LAUGHLIN EPITAPH by ISABEL ECCLESTONE MACKAY TO ROBINSON CRUSOE by MARIE LOUISE HERSEY ON THE DEATH OF MRS. (NOW LADY) THROCKMORTON'S BULLFINCH by WILLIAM COWPER |
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