I feel the Spring far off, far off,
The faint far scent of bud and leaf--
Oh how can Spring take heart to come
To a world in grief,
Deep grief?
The sun turns north, the days grow long,
Later the evening star grows bright--
How can the daylight linger on
For men to fight,
Still fight?
The grass is waking in the ground,
Soon it will rise and blow in waves--
How can it have the heart to sway
Over the graves,
New graves?
Under the boughs where lovers walked
The apple-blooms will shed their breath--
But what of all the lovers now
Parted by death,
Gray Death?
Nice poem, I liked the words. Death is more black than grey but ok
I found this poem to be quite solemn which is ironic in that Spring is supposed to be a lively, happy season. I love the use of the questions after each stanza; it made me question everything about the world we live in. The use of personification in this poem gives more depth into how we perceive the world as well. I feel bad for the soldiers who have lost everything they have ever loved. They feel hopeless and feel as if there is nothing left to fight for. I would just like to say thank you to all of our veterans, especially the ones who kept pushing through, even when they felt all hope is lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wars cast their darkest shadows on our lives. They continue to…..