Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON READING OF ATROCITIES IN WAR, by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON Poet's Biography First Line: Mild is the air of april Last Line: In one eternal shame. Subject(s): War | ||||||||
MILD is the air of April, Gentle the sky above, And the budding and the mating Call for a song of love; But the season on my singing Has lost its olden spell Because of a shame and sorrow Men close their eyes to tell. I see but the tears of women In the rain of the springtime flood; I cannot brook the flowers -- They only smell of blood. Sad is the playground frolic -- Its joy and laughter melt In the moan of children sobbing From jungle and from veldt. O ye in the halls of council, You may conquer the distant foe, But still before a higher court Your needless wars must go. Too much you ask of silence; Too fierce the iron heel. Because one statesman blundered Must every heart be steel? O Britain! O Columbia! Too much of sodden strife. Back to the banished gospel -- The sacredness of life! Else shall our ties of language And law and race and fame Be naught to the bond that binds us In one eternal shame. | 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 AN ENGLISH MOTHER by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON |
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