A poem by Alan Seeger (1888-1916)
I who, conceived beneath another star,
Had been a prince and played with life, instead
Have been its slave, an outcast exiled far
From the fair things my faith has merited.
My ways have been the ways that wanderers tread
And those that make romance of poverty —
Soldier, I shared the soldier’s board and bed,
And Joy has been a thing more oft to me
Whispered by summer wind and summer sea
Than known incarnate in the hours it lies
All warm against our hearts and laughs into our eyes.
I know not if in risking my best days
I shall leave utterly behind me here
This dream that lightened me through lonesome ways
And that no disappointment made less dear;
Sometimes I think that, where the hilltops rear
Their white entrenchments back of tangled wire,
Behind the mist Death only can make clear,
There, like Brunhilde ringed with flaming fire,
Lies what shall ease my heart’s immense desire:
There, where beyond the horror and the pain
Only the brave shall pass, only the strong attain.
Truth or delusion, be it as it may,
Yet think it true, dear friends, for, thinking so,
That thought shall nerve our sinews on the day
When to the last assault our bugles blow:
Reckless of pain and peril we shall go,
Heads high and hearts aflame and bayonets bare,
And we shall brave eternity as though
Eyes looked on us in which we would seem fair —
One waited in whose presence we would wear,
Even as a lover who would be well-seen,
Our manhood faultless and our honor clean.
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External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
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Poems in English
- Dublinesque by Philip Larkin
- Dockery And Son by Philip Larkin
- Days by Philip Larkin
- Cut Grass by Philip Larkin
- Counting by Philip Larkin
- Continuing To Live by Philip Larkin
- Church Going by Philip Larkin
- Breadfruit by Philip Larkin
- Best Society by Philip Larkin
- Aubade by Philip Larkin
- At Grass by Philip Larkin
- Arrival by Philip Larkin
- Annus Mirabilis by Philip Larkin
- An Arundel Tomb by Philip Larkin
- Ambulances by Philip Larkin
- A Study Of Reading Habits by Philip Larkin
- You Can Have It by Philip Levine
- Wisteria by Philip Levine
- Where We Live Now by Philip Levine
- What Work Is by Philip Levine
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Alan Seeger (1888-1916) was an American war poet who fought and died in World War I during the Battle of the Somme, serving in the French Foreign Legion. Seeger was the brother of Charles Seeger, a noted American pacifist and musicologist and the uncle of folk musician, Pete Seeger.