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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HONORABLE MENTION, by DORA STUART GRAY First Line: Blind, mutilated, yet still animate Last Line: By daily anguish for their living-dead? | |||
Blind, mutilated, yet still animate, This man-child, led by her whose heart, a cask For grief, her trembling smiles so thinly mask. Two livid, empty sockets blaze his hate; Two stumps that once were hands, gesticulate In frenzy of appeal. I rise to ask Why God appointed for this bitter task The one who bore her son for such a fate? Our Gold-Star mothers go abroad to weep A few short hours, above the doubtful dust Of sons remembering no more war's lust, But sensing only the unbounded sweep Of time and space. But what of mothers bled By daily anguish for their living-dead? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON BRODSKY'S COLLECTED by MICHAEL S. HARPER A PRAYER TO THE WIND by THOMAS CAREW THE INQUEST by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE COLORED BAND by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MY AUNT by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES A PROPHECY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR ULTIMA THULE: NIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |
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