Wednesday, April 21, 2004



"What in our lives is burnt

In the fire of this?
The heart's dear granary?
The much we shall miss?

Three lives hath one life--
Iron, honey, gold.
The gold, the honey gone--
Left is the hard and cold.

Iron are our lives
Molten right through our youth.
A burnt space through ripe fields,
A fair mouth's broken tooth."

--Isaac Rosenberg, August 1914

"The cherry trees bend over and are shedding

On the old road where all who passed are dead,
Their petals, strewing the grass as for a wedding
This early May morn when there is none to wed."

--Edward Thomas, The Cherry Trees

"In twos and threes they have not far to roam

Crowds that thread eastward, gay of eyes;
Those seek no further than their quiet home,
Wives, walking westward, slow and wise.

Neither should I go fooling over clouds,
Following gleams unsafe, untrue,
And tiring after beauty through star-crowds,
Dared I go side by side with you;

Or be you in the gutter where you stand,
Pale rain-flawed phantom of the place,
With news of all the nations in your hand,
And all their sorrows in your face."

--Wilfred Owen, Six o'clock in Princes Street

image via Sisyphus Shrugged and Seattle Times

UPDATE: Read Hal Bernton's article in The Seattle Times, that reports how Tami Silicio and her husband were fired in reprisal for this photograph of flag-draped coffins. Link via Orcinus.


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