From the anthology: First World War Poetry" - 1995 edition
~ Armistice Day ~
Birds stayed not their singing, The heart its beating, The blood its coursing. The child in the womb Stirred dust settled in the tomb.
Old wounds were still smarting, Echoes were hollow-sounding, New desires still upbringing. No silent Armistice might stay Life and Death wrangling in the old way.
Earth's pulse still was beating. The bright stars circling; Only our tongues were hushing. While Time ticked silent on, men drew A deeper breath than passion knew.
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Now there's one thing I'd never thought I'd hear on TheoSpark. Elgar, and a wind ensemble arrangement too! Very nice.
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From the anthology: First World War Poetry" - 1995 edition
~ Armistice Day ~
Birds stayed not their singing,
The heart its beating,
The blood its coursing.
The child in the womb
Stirred dust settled in the tomb.
Old wounds were still smarting,
Echoes were hollow-sounding,
New desires still upbringing.
No silent Armistice might stay
Life and Death wrangling in the old way.
Earth's pulse still was beating.
The bright stars circling;
Only our tongues were hushing.
While Time ticked silent on,
men drew
A deeper breath than passion knew.
-- John Freeman - 1880-1929
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