Classic and Contemporary Poetry
UNKNOWN COMRADE, by EMMA GRAY TRIGG First Line: We give no word of greeting Last Line: We follow the same star! | ||||||||
We give no word of greeting, No clasp of eager hand; We meet as strangers meeting In any foreign land. Unspoken word and fleeting Glance we understand. Lost here in bitter weather, We clutch the self-same spar; Bereft of sail and rudder, Wrecked sailors that we are, Apart and yet together We follow the same star! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE STREETS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER HYMN OF THE WEST by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN DRINKING SONG (2) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE IN MEMORIAM, A.H. by MAURICE BARING THE ESTRANGEMENT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE VEIL by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |
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