Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BY THE WOOD, by ROBERT MALISE BOWYER NICHOLS Poet's Biography First Line: How still the day is, and the air how bright! Last Line: Be worthy of our deaths and your delight. Subject(s): War | ||||||||
How still the day is, and the air how bright! A thrush sings and is silent in the wood; The hillside sleeps dizzy with heat and light; A rhythmic murmur fills the quietude; A woodpecker prolongs his leisured flight, Rising and falling on the solitude. But there are those who far from yon wood lie, Buried within the trench where all were found. A weight of mould oppresses every eye, Within that cabin close their limbs are bound, And there they rot amid the long profound, Disastrous silence of grey earth and sky. These once, too, rested where now rests but one, Who scarce can lift his panged and heavy head, Who drinks in grief the hot light of the sun, Whose eyes watch dully the green branches spread, Who feels his currents ever slowlier run, Whose lips repeat a silent ... "Dead! all dead!" O youth to come shall drink air warm and bright, Shall hear the bird cry in the sunny wood, All my Young England fell to-day in fight: That bird, that wood, was ransomed by our blood! I pray you when the drum rolls let your mood Be worthy of our deaths and your delight. | 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 FULFILLMENT by ROBERT MALISE BOWYER NICHOLS |
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