Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BATTLE, by CH'U YUAN First Line: We grasp our battle spears: we don our breast-plates of Last Line: Captains among the ghosts, heroes among the dead. Alternate Author Name(s): Qu Ping; Qu Yuan Subject(s): China - Early Period (to 200 B.c.); War | ||||||||
"WE grasp our battle-spears: we don our breast-plates of hide. The axles of our chariots touch: our short swords meet. Standards obscure the sun: the foe roll up like clouds. Arrows fall thick: the warriors press forward. They menace our ranks: they break our line. The left-hand trace-horse is dead: the one on the right is smitten. The fallen horses block our wheels: they impede the yoke-horses!" They grasp their jade drum-sticks: they beat the sounding drums. Heaven decrees their fall: the dread Powers are angry. The warriors are all dead: they lie on the moor-field. They issued but shall not enter: they went but shall not return. The plains are flat and wide; the way home is long. Their swords lie beside them: their black bows, in their hand. Though their limbs were torn, their hearts could not be repressed. They were more than brave: they were inspired with the spirit of "Wu." Steadfast to the end, they could not be daunted. Their bodies were stricken, but their souls have taken Immortality -- Captains among the ghosts, heroes among the dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I AM YOUR WAITER TONIGHT AND MY NAME IS DIMITRI by ROBERT HASS MITRAILLIATRICE by ERNEST HEMINGWAY RIPARTO D'ASSALTO by ERNEST HEMINGWAY WAR VOYEURS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA THE DREAM OF WAKING by RANDALL JARRELL THE SURVIVOR AMONG GRAVES by RANDALL JARRELL SO MANY BLOOD-LAKES by ROBINSON JEFFERS SONNET: THE HUMAN SEASONS by JOHN KEATS |
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