Remembering Those Lost

Thought I’d take a break from Nursery Rhymes given the importance of the date.

I’ve shared war poems in a few of my previous blog posts – Robert Laurence Binyon’s For the Fallen; Rupert Brooke’s The Soldier; John McCrae’s In Flanders Field and Philip Larkin’s MCMXIV

I’ve also tried very unsuccessfully to draw poppies so thought I’d do the same the poem is by Alan Seeger and not one of the most famous and I’m pleased to say the poppy sketch is a lot more successful.  I’ve always struggled to get the combination of rich colour along with wispy faded colour so quite pleased with this one.

I Have a Rendezvous with Death

I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air—
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath—
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows ’twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear …
But I’ve a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
Source: A Treasury of War Poetry (1917)

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