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Poet: Walt Whitman
Poem: 4.
Adieu to a Soldier.
Volume: Leaves of Grass
- 10. Marches Now the War is Over
Year: Published/Written in 1900
Poem of the Day:
Nov 11 2012
Comment 6 of 6, added on November 11th, 2012 at 6:36 AM.
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Stroll by a War Cemetery:
Sprouting amid fresh green grass Stones
All lulled within peaceful green grove,
Sleeping below, the brave soldiers’ bones
And between the graves there flutters a dove
Feathers and the bones hear no cacophony
Here in melodious calm lay a war cemetery
And I every day walk near the place
Quietude and white stones within greenery admire
And long for the resting space
No shriek there up or low and no lust of desire
And no fighting voices of cacophony
And none of the shadows in the city
Then the tombs I leave behind and a song
And walk into confusion of vertical tall stones
Here and there echo the footsteps of a throng
And hollow speech of the competing tones
And dream of the morning walk I carry
Of tomorrow’s stroll near the war cemetery
Altair Laahad (All Rights Reserved)
Altair Laahad
Comment 5 of 6, added on December 18th, 2007 at 4:52 PM.
THIS POEM IS REALLY GOOD I READ IT TO MYSELF EVERY NIGHT BEFORE I GO TO SLEEP. IT HELPS ME RELAX, THIS AND MY TEDDY BEAR
JOE BREDL from United States
Comment 4 of 6, added on October 6th, 2004 at 2:48 AM.
Adieu to a soldier is the dream of a man whos heart is sour from fighting and like so many of our war veterans today, will never forget the horrible things thay have seen. Go Elesandro
Elesandro from Mexico
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Stroll by a War Cemetery:
Sprouting amid fresh green grass Stones
All lulled within peaceful green grove,
Sleeping below, the brave soldiers’ bones
And between the graves there flutters a dove
Feathers and the bones hear no cacophony
Here in melodious calm lay a war cemetery
And I every day walk near the place
Quietude and white stones within greenery admire
And long for the resting space
No shriek there up or low and no lust of desire
And no fighting voices of cacophony
And none of the shadows in the city
Then the tombs I leave behind and a song
And walk into confusion of vertical tall stones
Here and there echo the footsteps of a throng
And hollow speech of the competing tones
And dream of the morning walk I carry
Of tomorrow’s stroll near the war cemetery
Altair Laahad (All Rights Reserved)
Altair Laahad