Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ONE OF MANY, by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR First Line: Some sing among the trumpets in the fray Last Line: A laurel -- or a rose. Subject(s): Death; Graves; Women; Dead, The; Tombs; Tombstones | ||||||||
SOME sing among the trumpets in the fray -- Such breathless glory hers might never be; Her heart and voice were all too gentle-gray For such high psalmody. BUT she could croon a little child to sleep, And whisper in the twilight to a maid Who felt within her heart the springtime leap -- Half-joyous, half-afraid. SHE knew no ringing war-cry for the strong; Her voice no latent might to action charmed; But silent rallied to her soothing song The fallen, the disarmed. NOR rose nor laurel to her burial bring -- Above her let the green sod simply close. Some day, from that forgotten mound may spring A laurel -- or a rose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SURVIVOR AMONG GRAVES by RANDALL JARRELL SUBJECTED EARTH by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GRAVE OF MRS. HEMANS by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER THOSE GRAVES IN ROME by LARRY LEVIS NOT TO BE DWELLED ON by HEATHER MCHUGH ONE LAST DRAW OF THE PIPE by PAUL MULDOON ETRUSCAN TOMB by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS ENDING WITH A LINE FROM LEAR by MARVIN BELL A LYNMOUTH WIDOW by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |
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