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Best Famous Signalling Poems

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Written by Wole Soyinka | Create an image from this poem

Civilian and Soldier

My apparition rose from the fall of lead,
Declared, 'I am a civilian.' It only served
To aggravate your fright. For how could I
Have risen, a being of this world, in that hour
Of impartial death! And I thought also: nor is
Your quarrel of this world.

You stood still
For both eternities, and oh I heard the lesson
Of your traing sessions, cautioning -
Scorch earth behind you, do not leave
A dubious neutral to the rear. Reiteration
Of my civilian quandary, burrowing earth
From the lead festival of your more eager friends
Worked the worse on your confusion, and when
You brought the gun to bear on me, and death
Twitched me gently in the eye, your plight
And all of you came clear to me.

I hope some day
Intent upon my trade of living, to be checked
In stride by your apparition in a trench,
Signalling, I am a soldier. No hesitation then
But I shall shoot you clean and fair
With meat and bread, a gourd of wine
A bunch of breasts from either arm, and that
Lone question - do you friend, even now, know
What it is all about?


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Civilian and Soldier

 My apparition rose from the fall of lead, 
Declared, 'I am a civilian.' It only served 
To aggravate your fright. For how could I 
Have risen, a being of this world, in that hour 
Of impartial death! And I thought also: nor is 
Your quarrel of this world. 

You stood still 
For both eternities, and oh I heard the lesson 
Of your traing sessions, cautioning - 
Scorch earth behind you, do not leave 
A dubious neutral to the rear. Reiteration 
Of my civilian quandary, burrowing earth 
From the lead festival of your more eager friends 
Worked the worse on your confusion, and when 
You brought the gun to bear on me, and death 
Twitched me gently in the eye, your plight 
And all of you came clear to me. 

I hope some day 
Intent upon my trade of living, to be checked 
In stride by your apparition in a trench, 
Signalling, I am a soldier. No hesitation then 
But I shall shoot you clean and fair 
With meat and bread, a gourd of wine 
A bunch of breasts from either arm, and that 
Lone question - do you friend, even now, know 
What it is all about?
Written by D. H. Lawrence | Create an image from this poem

Dream-Confused

      Is that the moon
At the window so big and red?
No one in the room,
No one near the bed----?

      Listen, her shoon
Palpitating down the stair?
--Or a beat of wings at the window there?

      A moment ago
She kissed me warm on the mouth,
The very moon in the south
Is warm with a bloody glow,
The moon from far abysses
Signalling those two kisses.

      And now the moon
Goes slowly out of the west,
And slowly back in my breast
My kisses are sinking, soon
      To leave me at rest.

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