1. The soldier, past full retreat, is marching out of the grave As he lies under dying grass in the slow judgment of time On which he has lost his grasp. And lost his taste as well -- For, tell-tale as fast as it will, no tongue can put salt on his name. The captain sun has done with this numberless underground. 2. He has seeded out of that flesh where the flashing lights first fade In the furry sky of the head. And the orient admiral brain Has seen its images go like ensigns blown from a line -- Those raving signals. All quality's bled from his light, And number (he's all thumbs now) divides where infinities fail. 3. Grand winds of the sky might claim; or the blue hold Of ocean accept; or fire sublime -- though it's earth Now hinders and halters him. But those underground birds, his bones, (Homeless all havens save here) fly out of their low-hilled heavens And shine up into the light to blaze in his land's long lie. 4. And long they lie there but not for love in the windy contentions Of sun and rain, shining. This endless invasion of death Darkens our world. There is no argument that will move them. "You are eating our light!" they cry. "Where have you taken the sun? You have climbed to the moon on a ladder of dead men's bones!" Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRAVE OLD OAK by HENRY FOTHERGILL CHORLEY MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 5 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PSALM OF THOSE WHO GO FORTH BEFORE DAYLIGHT by CARL SANDBURG PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 52. YA HAKK by EDWIN ARNOLD HYMN OF FREEDDOM by MICHAEL JOSEPH BARRY |