Katharine Lee Bates

(1859-1929 / United States)

Glory - Poem by Katharine Lee Bates

At the crowded gangway they kissed good-bye.
He had half a mind to scold her.
An officer's mother and not keep dry
The epaulet on his shoulder.

He had forgotten mother and fame,
His mind in a blood-mist floated,
But when reeling back from carnage they came,
One told him: "You are promoted!"

His friend smiled up from the wet red sand,
The look was afar, eternal,
But he tried to salute with his shattered hand:
"Room now for another colonel!"

Again he raged in that lurid hell
Where the country he loved had thrown him.
"You are promoted!" shrieked a shell.
His mother would not have known him.


Comments about Glory by Katharine Lee Bates

  • ngaio beck (1/22/2008 7:31:00 AM)


    This poet seems to have a 'feel'for the individual tragedies attendant upon never-ending war. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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