My enemy came nigh,
And I
Stared fiercely in his face.
My lips went writhing back in a grimace,
And stern I watched him with a narrow eye.
Then, as I turned away, my enemy,
That bitter heart and savage, said to me:
"Some day, when this is past,
When all the arrows that we have are cast,
We may ask one another why we hate,
And fail to find a story to relate.
It may seem then to us a mystery
That we should hate each other."
Thus said he,
And did not turn away,
Waiting to hear what I might have to say,
But I fled quickly, fearing had I stayed
I might have kissed him as I would a maid.
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So true. When the enemy is not of our making, the heart and logic react differently. This poem reminds me of the WWII stories my grandfather told when his unit encountered the enemy soldiers during the christmas holiday. Both sides, fortunately without the overzealousness of the commanders present, decided to put down their weapons and shared food and enjoyed the spirit of the holiday. Powerful.
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Nice poem..please could you give me more explaination because I have to do a presentaion about this poem
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Wow very touching piece indeed... so indepth.. So hard to touch the subject of war and the emotions mixed up with it.. Its the nervous giddiness on the night before christmas wondering of your presents.. its the shivering bumps on your arms next to your worst fear... the want of releasing your hate with that of your own anger and revenge that you seek through it... then again you can turn it into the confusion of why you hate the enemy so in the first place when with no reason are you brought to war? to hate someone you do not even know to shed blood the same that flows in both your bodies for a short moment in a speck of life that must hate and be brought to hate when no one would remember.... are you a victim of your enemy.. shall you be set free.. is a wondering question indeed.. why cant we do what we can to aviod such calamidy...
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