1 min read
Слушать(AI)Glory
At the crowded gangway they kissed good-bye.
He had half a mind to scold her.
An officer's mother and not keep dry The epaulet on his shoulder.
He had forgotten mother and fame,
His mind in a blood-mist floated,
But when reeling back from carnage they came,
One told him: "You are promoted!"His friend smiled up from the wet red sand,
The look was afar, eternal,
But he tried to salute with his shattered hand: "Room now for another colonel!" Again he raged in that lurid hell Where the country he loved had thrown him. "You are promoted!" shrieked a shell.
His mother would not have known him.
Katharine Lee Bates
Katharine Lee Bates (August 12, 1859 – March 28, 1929) was a prolific American writer, college professor, scholar, and social activist. Although
Comments
You need to be signed in to write comments
Other author posts
Matthew Arnold On Hearing Him Read His Poems In Boston
A stranger, schooled to gentle arts, He stept before the curious throng; His path into our waiting hearts Already paved by song Full well we knew his choristers, Whose plaintive voices haunt our rest, Those sable-vested harbingers Of melancho...
Russia
AT sudden voice peals to the Caucasus, To Finland and the bitter Caspian, To those Siberian prisons whither Shall seek as to a shrine, that mutinous,
Graves At Christiania
WE bore them their own wild And ash-boughs jeweled red, There where they sleep together, Greatest of Norway's dead
If You Could Come
My love, my love, if you could come once From your high place, I would not question you for heavenly lore, But, silent, take the comfort of your face
