Several fellow-bloggers have posted war poems on their blogs for today. This is one of my favourites:
I Did Not Lose My Heart
by AE Housman
I did not lose my heart in summer's even,
When roses to the moonrise burst apart:
When plumes were under heel and lead was flying,
In blood and smoke and flame I lost my heart.
I lost it to a soldier and a foeman,
A chap that did not kill me, but he tried;
That took the sabre straight, and took it striking
And laughed and kissed his hand to me and died.
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That last line is indeed a heartbreaker, Frances.
ReplyDeleteKay, Alberta, Canada
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pareI love that one too. My mother often used to recite it to me when I small. It always gives me a lump in my throat
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kay and Rosamund.
ReplyDeleteI didn't know this poem, Frances. It's lovely and awful and sobering. Thank you for posting it.
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it, Deborah.
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