The Solider
If I should die, think only of me :
That there's some coner of a foregin field
That is forever England. There shall be
In that rich earth richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
a pulse in the Eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given,
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
I know that this poem displays the seniments of the British, but I also feel that this poem describes the feeling of all soldiers, their loved one's, and the country that they represent as whole feel this way. I feel that its a wonderful, expressive poem.
2 comments:
Keekwak,
Good poet and poem to analyze, but you really don't provide any analysis of it. You ought to have gone into much more depth and detail with your reactions to and thoughts on the poem.
I enjoyed reading your feelings and opinions on this particular poem. You really expressed how the poem appreciated the soilders and their work.
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