Sunday, 22 March 2015

Sunday WW1 Poem ...

The theme for this month's WW1 poetry

 is


HOME


and 


I think that this poem is appropriate for the first weekend in Spring.








Spring in Wartime 

by 

Sara Teasdale

1884 -1933



I feel the spring far off, far off,

The faint, far scent of bud and leaf—

Oh, how can spring take heart to come

To a world in grief,

Deep grief?



The sun turns north, the days grow long,

Later the evening star grows bright—

How can the daylight linger on

For men to fight,

Still fight?



The grass is waking in the ground,

Soon it will rise and blow in waves—

How can it have the heart to sway

Over the graves,

New graves?



Under the boughs where lovers walked

The apple-blooms will shed their breath—

But what of all the lovers now

Parted by Death,

Grey Death?






Sara Teasdale was an American poet whose work was influenced
by the work of Christina Rossetti.
She was born in St. Louis, Missouri, and after her marriage in 1914 she went by the name 
Sara Teasdale Filsinger.

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