I dreamt last night Christ came to earth again
To bless His own. My soul from place to place
On her dream-quest sped, seeking for His face
Through temple and town and lovely land, in vain.
Then came I to a place where death and pain
Had made of God's sweet world a waste forlorn,
With shattered trees and meadows gashed and torn,
Where the grim trenches scarred the shell-sheared plain.
And through that Golgotha of blood and clay,
Where watchers cursed the sick dawn, heavy-eyed,
There (in my dream) Christ passed upon His way,
Where His cross marks their nameless graves who died
Slain for the world's salvation where all day
For others' sake strong men are crucified.
Leave a guest comment (subject to review)
Comments
-
hi
From guest lucy coleman (contact)
this is probably the best poem i have ever read in my life but i would like to know a bit more about who wrote it -
-
for lucy coleman
http://oldpoetry.com/oauthor/show/eva_dobell
Lucy go to here main author page (as per link) We don't have a great deal of information about this lady but what we do have may help inform you a little more.
Look below and you will see that this very same questions was asked just over a year ago.
Von - Oldpoetry Team
-
-
From guest heather jeffries (contact)
can anyone give me information on eva dobell?
ie: birthdate, birth place, a bit of a biography maybe?
========
Just look up to the top right hand corner and click on the poets name. That leads to a short biography and an option to click to a longer one if available.
Jim
OP MOD -
What a somber moment this poem touches upon. I envision the simple white crosses that grace so many military cemetaries, and this poem just makes this "tribute" so meaningful. The thought that Jesus witnesses the crosses in such a manner...is a teary-eyed paused on my part. "There (in my dream) Christ passed upon His way,/Where His cross marks their nameless graves who died/Slain for the world's salvation where all day/For others' sake strong men are crucified."
This poem moves me in another way: thoughts of those now in Iraq (quite a few are some of my former students)and the civil wars that are currently taking place (last I read, the total is 60)just take so many lives. Freedom in some cases; ill-caused reasons in most...war just seems so senseless weighed with the consequences and cost. The line, "Where watchers cursed the sick dawn, heavy-eyed", seem to express what I am trying to write. Oh...I am now thinking of lines from "Doomsday" by Plath and lines from Whitman's "I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world...all these--all the meanness and agony without end, I sitting, look out upon, see, hear, and am silent."
Adding your comment:
