Guest poem sent in by L. Archer
(Poem #708) Five Songs - II
That night when joy began Our narrowest veins to flush, We waited for the flash Of morning's levelled gun. But morning let us pass, And day by day relief Outgrows his nervous laugh, Grown credulous of peace, As mile by mile is seen No trespasser's reproach, And love's best glasses reach No fields but are his own.
(November 1931) I don't think a person has to have been through the experience of a soldier to appreciate this one. To me, this poem encapsulates the feeling of apprehension which so often is just groundless worry over little or nothing. Often, when the situation has passed, you wonder why you were so concerned. My fave line is "As mile by mile is seen, No trespasser's reproach." How many of us wait for the hammer to fall, only to find it never does? Good link: [broken link] http://www.audensociety.org/