Just as a mother long ago Held her sweet child at last, so we Hold Life again within our arms And lean to kiss him tenderly. Life has come back into our hearts. To us who bound the brow of Death With too much laurel and who praised Too much the going out of breath -- He has come back! O we shall hold him safely now, Poor hungry child upon whose head Was laid the whip, to whom war gave The bullet and the sword for bread. He has come back! Now shall we keep him in our hearts And heal him by the music there. We shall give War the truthful name And snatch the roses from his hair. We shall make songs and cities now, Chart skies and tame the eastern fire, And build an earthly Paradise For him by engines of desire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PECK OF GOLD by ROBERT FROST GETTING A WORD IN by JAMES GALVIN STORIES ARE MADE OF MISTAKES by JAMES GALVIN ON BRODSKY'S COLLECTED by MICHAEL S. HARPER INEVITABLY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RETROSPECT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |