Friday 11 November 2011

November 11th.

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.


  1. That last line is indeed a heartbreaker, Frances.

    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel

  2. 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

  3. I didn't know this poem, Frances. It's lovely and awful and sobering. Thank you for posting it.