Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHEN THE WAR'S AT AN END, by ERIC POWELL DAWSON First Line: At length when the war's at an end Last Line: How to lay our lives at love's feet. Subject(s): Peace; Soldiers; Soldiers' Writings; War | ||||||||
At length when the war's at an end And we're just ourselves,you and I, And we gather our lives up to mend, We, who've learned how to live and to die: Shall we think of the old ambition For riches, or how to grow wise, When, like Lazarus freshly arisen, We've the presence of Death in our eyes? Shall we dream of our old life's passion, To toil for our heart's desire, Whose souls War has taken to fashion With molten death and with fire? I think we shall crave the laughter Of the wind through trees gold with the sun, When our strife is all finished,after The carnage of War is done. Just these things will then seem worth while: How to make Life more wondrously sweet, How to live with a song and a smile, How to lay our lives at Love's feet. | 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 PANDOSTO, THE TRIUMPH OF TIME: IN PRAISE OF HIS BEST-BELOVED FAWNIA by ROBERT GREENE |
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