The eyes from a woman of the war
I 'd like to choose a poem about war from an woman, so I select this one:
BY MAY WEDDERBURN CANNAN
The sun rose over the sweep of the hill
All bare for the gathered hay,
And a blackbird sang by the window-sill,
And a girl knelt down to pray:
‘Whom Thou hast kept through the night, O Lord,
Keep Thou safe through the day.’
The sun rose over the shell-swept height,
The guns are over the way,
And a soldier turned from the toil of the night
To the toil of another day,
And a bullet sang by the parapet
To drive in the new-turned clay.
The sun sank slow by the sweep of the hill,
They had carried all the hay,
And a blackbird sang by the window-sill,
And a girl knelt down to pray:
‘Keep Thou safe through the night, O Lord,
Whom Thou hast kept through the day.’
The sun sank slow by the shell-swept height,
The guns had prepared a way,
And a soldier turned to sleep that night
Who would not wake for the day,
And a blackbird flew from the window-sill,
When a girl knelt down to pray.
Source: In War Time (1917)
~ay : hay, pray, day, way, clay, hay, the same tone
It sounds like a song, a song who is while singing while crying
A soldier is not only the one who protect the country, he is also a family member
Every soldier is his mother's son, his wife's husband, his girlfriend's boyfriend...every soldier is loved by at least one woman. The soldier maybe hurt may die in the war, the woman who cares about the soldier
(to be edited later) would be very very sad, they would become the real desperate women.
I can not imagine if I lost my son...no I can not imagine that way!
That's why I told my son, you don't need to be a hero, you should always save yourselves life first. I need you to be alive and have a happy life.
August 1914
The sun rose over the sweep of the hill
All bare for the gathered hay,
And a blackbird sang by the window-sill,
And a girl knelt down to pray:
‘Whom Thou hast kept through the night, O Lord,
Keep Thou safe through the day.’
The sun rose over the shell-swept height,
The guns are over the way,
And a soldier turned from the toil of the night
To the toil of another day,
And a bullet sang by the parapet
To drive in the new-turned clay.
The sun sank slow by the sweep of the hill,
They had carried all the hay,
And a blackbird sang by the window-sill,
And a girl knelt down to pray:
‘Keep Thou safe through the night, O Lord,
Whom Thou hast kept through the day.’
The sun sank slow by the shell-swept height,
The guns had prepared a way,
And a soldier turned to sleep that night
Who would not wake for the day,
And a blackbird flew from the window-sill,
When a girl knelt down to pray.
Source: In War Time (1917)
~ay : hay, pray, day, way, clay, hay, the same tone
It sounds like a song, a song who is while singing while crying
A soldier is not only the one who protect the country, he is also a family member
Every soldier is his mother's son, his wife's husband, his girlfriend's boyfriend...every soldier is loved by at least one woman. The soldier maybe hurt may die in the war, the woman who cares about the soldier
(to be edited later) would be very very sad, they would become the real desperate women.
I can not imagine if I lost my son...no I can not imagine that way!
That's why I told my son, you don't need to be a hero, you should always save yourselves life first. I need you to be alive and have a happy life.
I like the poem you've chosen to focus on here. A woman's perspective on war-- family members gone away. Seeing your comments about your son, It puts it in a whole new light. The way history is taught, it glosses over the losses and the humanity of people involved. It's definitely a perspective that isn't seen very often. I like the poem's repetition-- it does have the quality of a song to it. I just looked up August 1914, the title of the poem-- European powers were mobilizing. The war had hardly started, only a month before.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. now I know the tittle should be " A woman's perspective on war", my poor English...
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