War poetry

[polymath]

Please select some good war poems and add to the thread if you so choose

I KNOW that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My county is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death


When the guns lay silent and my weapon rests
When morning comes and greets me and puts medals on my chest;
I will weep and remember.
Don't ask me why I cry for I might have to tell,
Show you what's inside of me; the visions I have of hell.
 For all that’s lost I remember now
 And pain it racks my brow.
 

[communist]

War Ballad

by Stanley Moss

The piano has crawled into the quarry. Hauled
In last night for firewood, sprawled
With frozen barrels, crates and sticks,
The piano is waiting for the axe.

Legless, a black box, still polished;
It lies on its belly like a lizard,
Droning, heaving, hardly fashioned
For the quarry’s primordial art.

Blood red: his frozen fingers cleft,
Two on the right hand, five on the left,
He goes down on his knees to reach the keyboard,
To strike the lizard’s chord.

Seven fingers pick out rhymes and rhythm,
The frozen skin, steaming, peels off them,
As from a boiled potato. Their schemes,
Their beauty, ivory and anthracite,
Flicker and flash like the great Northern Lights.

Everything played before is a great lie.
The reflections of flaming chandeliers—
Deceit, the white columns, the grand tiers
In warm concert halls—wild lies.

But the steel of the piano howls in me,
I lie in the quarry and I am deft
As the lizard. I accept the gift.
I’ll be a song for Russia, I’ll be
an étude, warmth and bread for everybody.

[go12_3]

A while back, there was a thread on *National Socialism*  then *The Atomic Weapons in India* and now *War poetry*   in  a Piano Street forum? 

[polymath]

Okaaaayyyyyyy,  what's you're point miss go

war poetry  war poetry war poetry, where is the war poetry?


although it's a pianostreet forum without a doubt, there is plenty of topics that aren't related to the subject matter, is there something wrong here? is war poetry not allowable?


P.S i can certainly see a problem regarding "National Socialism", something i wouldn't find agreeable, but war poetry, what wrong with that?

[go12_3]

Okaaaayyyyyyy,  what's you're point miss go

war poetry  war poetry war poetry, where is the war poetry?


although it's a pianostreet forum without a doubt, there is plenty of topics that aren't related to the subject matter, is there something wrong here? is war poetry not allowable?


P.S i can certainly see a problem regarding "National Socialism", something i wouldn't find agreeable, but war poetry, what wrong with that?

It's what ever turns you on that you want to share war poetry, but couldn't anything else , other than war,  be brought up?   And it is your perception that makes it *wrong*, I didn't utter a word about *wrong* ------ now, did I?