Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO MEN ABOUT TO WAR (SYNCHRONIZED SONNET, INVENTED BY THE AUTHOR), by EDWARD RALPH CHEYNEY First Line: So dull at making heavens, smart at hells! Last Line: Which shall be burned away by common joy. Alternate Author Name(s): Cheyney, Ralph Subject(s): Sonnet (as Literary Form) | ||||||||
So dull at making heavens, smart at hells! Have lips of girls grown harsh you woo the guns', With children's laughter paled by skeletons', Your worst your gods, your best your Ishmaels? Has evening lost all scent but battle smells? Your women brides of old or weak, else nuns, With love choked back and breeding witless sons? Shall life be discords wrung from broken bells? Too much of war in all of peace we own, All profit made to protest's undertone -- And all machines are oiled with human tears, If loom that children feed or clock of spheres. No man, no host, can fashion hells alone; And where and when we will it heaven rears Its always open doors. Tin soldiers-toy Of trade no more, we yet shall live, full grown, A life so orchard rich, so free from fears, There's room for all except the wish: destroy. Yes, War's within each soul from hate alloy Which shall be burned away by common Joy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAS THAT REALLY A SONNET? by ANSELM HOLLO RETICENT SONNET by ANNE CARSON SONNET: OF THREE GIRLS AND OF THEIR TALK by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO WHAT THE SONNET IS by EUGENE JACOB LEE-HAMILTON ON A MAGAZINE SONNET by RUSSELL HILLARD LOINES THE HOUSE OF LIFE: THE SONNET (INTRODUCTION) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A CHILD IS BORN by EDWARD RALPH CHEYNEY |
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