Sunday, 11 October 2015

Sunday War Poet...

The theme for this month's poetry



'Now that you too'


Eleanor Farjeon

Now that you too must shortly go the way
Which in these bloodshot years uncounted men
Have gone in vanishing armies day by day,
And in their numbers will not come again:
I must not strain the moments of our meeting
Striving for each look, each accent, not to miss,
Or question of our parting and our greeting,
Is this the last of all? is this—or this?

Last sight of all it may be with these eyes,
Last touch, last hearing, since eyes, hands, and ears,
Even serving love, are our mortalities,
And cling to what they own in mortal fears:—
But oh, let end what will, I hold you fast

By immortal love, which has no first or last.

Eleanor Farjeon 1881-1965

She was a writer of children's stories. There is Farjeon award for outstanding work in children's literature.



  1. Yes, I remember reading her books when I was a child. And what pathos in that short poem. Thank you again.

    1. Hi Susan. I have to admit that I haven't read Eleanor Farjeon's children's books but will keep an eye open for them.

      The poem is lovely, isn't it?


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