After the ambulance that shakes
The urgent bell that comes and goes
Along the street, the silence wakes
within my heart a million woes.
Outside the silence of my room
I hear the whimper of a leaf
Expanding to the enormous doom
And the whole world engulfed in grief.
The distant dragging of a train
Is a sharp spear within my side;
To-night I carry all the pain
Of mankind once more crucified.
Notes
September 1944
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That moment a heart stops in worry... The silence is well used here to effect the stopping of the world for aa few worring seconds.
Although there are many great war poets, I feel Gibson has severly been over looked.
Cleverly crafted poem using images and sounds the build emotion in the reader.
Andrew -
Nice strong WW2 poem.... you can feel the pain of the world at this point, that so shaped the poetry and art of a generation (or two!)
We're so optimistic, with all of our happy reality today, but there have definately been times when people struggled much harder, for much less... -
Nice
Nice write! I like it but feel sorry for you
. It uses abab abab abab throughiut the poem which is nice I just cannot do that very well so yea. Keep up writing out your heart.
~yours truely/Justin~
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