One noonday, at my window in the town,
I saw a sight - saddest that eyes can see -
Young soldiers marching lustily
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Weeks passed; and at my window, leaving bed, By nights I mused, of easeful sleep bereft, - - -nicely expressed- - beautiful poem- -10
I return to this piece exactly one year later, and wonder in this interval, how many young men and women have fallen? How many exuberant, patriotic, confidently smiling portraits have been replaced with images of flag-draped coffins? How many fading footfalls have been followed by grieving families across manicured lawns to freshly dug graves?
My first time reading this or any(?) Melville poem. I’m not familiar with his views on war, but without taking sides here he reminds us of part of what is inevitable in it. This poem reminds me of the song, Where have All the Flowers Gone. To the poem’s line, Youth feels immortal, how else react but too true and too sad. -GK
A poem that sings the glory and infamy of war, Like the changing of season that begins in spring and ends in winter.
youth feels immortal, like the gods sublime. Great poem displaying war fever and it's aftermath.
He captured the pending grief in the scene. What a fantastic gift for writing he had- -to pen both novels and poetry.
A very sad poem! Soldiers marching into the wars is a sight so miserable with all of them falling dead. Wish people would terminate wars and move towards peace!
A poem on war heartfeltly and poignantly depicted. Beautiful poem.