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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...FACADE: 27. WHEN SIR BEELZEBUB by EDITH SITWELL TO THE LADY IN THE CHIMSETTE WITH BLACK BUTTONS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION: BOOK 3 by MARK AKENSIDE STANZAS ADDRESSED TO SOME FRIEND GOING TO THE SEA-SIDE by BERNARD BARTON SONNET: MAN VERSUS ASCETIC. 1 by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON HAUNTED STREETS by MATHILDE BLIND |
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