Seeing we never found gay fairyland
(Though still we crouched by bluebells moon by moon)
And missed the tide of Lethe; yet are soon
For that new bridge that leaves old Styx half-spanned;
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A powerful poem on war. Very touching lines embellished with images that strike the core of heart.
Mothers tears await the bold it is so sad they will never grow old.
Shall we live gods there. Death shall be no sev'rance. Weary cathedrals light new shrines for us. To us, rough knees of boys shall ache with rev'rence superb write great 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
...for that new bridge... Well expressed piece of poetry. Sylva- Onyema Uba.
I take the opportunity to read once more the poem and likes to understand it and great poet's words a wonderful creation.
A good poem worth for reading and enjoying and understanding the innermost thoughts of the poet about the life and the inevitable death in such a situation.
War cuts like a dispassionate knife Art and poetry in its ruthless path And yet the best of poem was so writ In trenches of strife with grieving hearts
Profound and haunting. This is the sadness that war engenders in the human heart.
An insightful rendition in verse with rhythmic splendour. A beautiful work of art.......