He was wounded and he fell in the midst of hoarse shouting.
The tide passed, and the waves came and whispered about his ankles.
Far off he heard a cock crow -- children laughing,
Rising at dawn to greet the storm of petals
Shaken from apple-boughs; he heard them cry,
And turned again to find the breast of her,
And sank confusèd with a little sigh...
Thereafter water running, and a voice
That seemed to stir and flutter through the trenches
And set dead lips to talking...
Wreckage was mingled with the storm of petals...
He felt her near him, and the weight dropped off --
Suddenly...
Notes
This poem is included in the Anthology' Scars Upon My Heart' a book of poetry from Women. The theme of the book is World War 1 from a Woman's perspective. The collection of poetry was published by Catherine Reilly.
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I feel that the man dies with a vision of his home, his wife, hearing his children and as he felt his love near he died. Beautifully written.
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