Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE UNKNOWN, by ELMER O. LAUGHLIN First Line: I do not understand Last Line: She won't forget. Subject(s): History; Unknown Soldier; Historians | ||||||||
I DO not understand . . . They bring so many, many flowers to me -- Rainbows of roses, wreaths from every land; And hosts of solemn strangers come to see My tomb here on these quiet, wooded heights. My tomb here seems to be One of the sights. The low-voiced men, who speak Of me quite fondly, call me "The Unknown": But now and then at dusk, Madonna-meek, Bent, mournful mothers come to me alone And whisper down -- the flowers and grasses through -- Such names as "Jim" and "John" . . . I wish they knew. And once my sweetheart came. She did not -- nay, of course she could not -- know, But thought of me and crooned to me the name She called me by -- how many years ago? A very precious name. Her eyes were wet, Yet glowing, flaming so . . . She won't forget. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRITISH COUNTRYSIDE IN PICTURES by JAMES MCMICHAEL THE HISTORY OF MY LIFE by JOHN ASHBERY INITIAL CONDITIONS by MARVIN BELL THE DREAM SONGS: 290 by JOHN BERRYMAN THE EROTICS OF HISTORY by EAVAN BOLAND THEM AND US by LUCILLE CLIFTON |
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