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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SIGN, by BENJAMIN FRANKLIN FIELD First Line: Loosed were the horses in the grass Last Line: For a bright red butterfly winging. Alternate Author Name(s): Field, Ben Subject(s): Death; Omens; Dead, The | |||
Loosed were the horses in the grass Where the harvest was abounding. Quickly I came but missed him, alas, In that hour of the bugle's sounding. My man was gone; pain stabbed in my heart, Since that ringing trumpet blew. I saw a blood-red butterfly start -- Away to the sun it flew. They told me in town he had entrained For the Front, where he met death, singing. But there in the grass my eyes were strained For a bright red butterfly winging. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND CARRISO GORGE by BENJAMIN FRANKLIN FIELD |
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