Best Famous Patriotic Poems
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Siegfried Sassoon | |
I found him in the guard-room at the Base.
From the blind darkness I had heard his crying
And blundered in.
With puzzled, patient face
A sergeant watched him; it was no good trying
To stop it; for he howled and beat his chest.
And, all because his brother had gone west,
Raved at the bleeding war; his rampant grief
Moaned, shouted, sobbed, and choked, while he was kneeling
Half-naked on the floor.
In my belief
Such men have lost all patriotic feeling.
Elizabeth Jennings | |
Nature teaches us our tongue again
And the swift sentences came pat.
Into cool night rescued from rainy dawn.
And I seethed with language - Henry at
Harfleur and Agincourt came apt for war
In Ireland and the Middle East.
The riddling and right tongue, the feeling words
Solid and dutiful.
Met purpose in "advantages" and "He
That fights with me today shall be my brother.
Say this is patriotic, out of date.
But you are wrong.
It never is too late
For nights of stars and feet that move to an
Iambic measure; all who clapped were linked,
The theatre is our treasury and too,
Our study, school-room, house where mercy is
Dispensed with justice.
Shakespeare has the mood
And draws the music from the dullest heart.
This is our birthright, speeches for the dumb
Henry has the words
For grief and we learn how to tell of death
"All was as cold" she said
"As any stone" and so, we who lacked scope
For big or little deaths, increase, grow up
To purposes and means to face events
Of cruelty, stupidity.
Fast under stars.
The Avon wandered on
"Tomorrow and tomorrow".
Words aren't worn
Out in this place but can renew our tongue,
Flesh out our feeling, make us apt for life.
Robert Desnos | |
What sort of arrow split the sky and this rock?
It's quivering, spreading like a peacock's fan
Like the mist around the shaft and knot less feathers
Of a comet come to nest at midnight.
How blood surges from the gaping wound,
Lips already silencing murmur and cry.
One solemn finger holds back time, confusing
The witness of the eyes where the deed is written.
Silence? We still know the passwords.
Lost sentinels far from the watch fires
We smell the odor of honeysuckle and surf
Rising in the dark shadows.
Distance, let dawn leap the void at last,
And a single beam of light make a rainbow on the water
Its quiver full of reeds,
Sign of the return of archers and patriotic songs.
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Emily Dickinson | |
There is a word
Which bears a sword
Can pierce an armed man --
It hurls its barbed syllables
And is mute again --
But where it fell
The saved will tell
On patriotic day,
Some epauletted Brother
Gave his breath away.
Wherever runs the breathless sun --
Wherever roams the day --
There is its noiseless onset --
There is its victory!
Behold the keenest marksman!
The most accomplished shot!
Time's sublimest target
Is a soul "forgot!"