Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WASTE OF WAR, by VIOLA PERRY WANGER First Line: We are the songs that were never sung Last Line: Between a sun and a sun. Subject(s): War | ||||||||
We are the songs that were never sung, Pictures that never will be; We are the ghosts of the stately ships, That never will sail the sea. We are the wraiths of a million babes, That will never, never be born, And we are the shadowy whispering rows Of unplanted fields of corn. We are the thousand glorious things, That living hands would have done -- But we perished there on the battle field, Between a sun and a sun. | 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 |
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