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Charles Edward Clarke

本文发表在 rolia.net 枫下论坛I am from beginning
Charles Edward Clarke
October 20,1897


I am from scattered memories
Of quiet streets
The shoe shop where I worked
The church where I believed


I am from rising up
Fighting
For my country
For God
For better futures


I am from letters
A touch of reality from mother
A bit of news on my sister and two brothers
And replies
In glossy details
And feigned optimism


I am from home
A cake mother sent in a parcel
Closing my eyes and trying to picture
Her face


I am from ruin
Razed landscapes; once serene
Mere skeletons; once sprouting life from its many fingers
And bodies
Glassy-eyed
By the thousands


I am from mud
A layer of filth
Anywhere
Everywhere
Versatile as dust


I am from devastation
Red rivers
Cries
Screams
Burning
Persistent haze
A metallic tinge


I am from my hiding place
Behind the gun
A barricade between me
And those who fell at my hands


I am from fear
For my life
For others
Fear of tomorrow
of nightmares
And reality


I am from friends
Who called me “Deacon”
Forced light-heartedness
Making jokes to push away thinking


I am from Vimy Ridge
Victory a price
One I and thousands of others paid


I am from disappearing
My facial features blurring together
A mere receding memory


I am from missing
A life I could have lived
A wife I could have loved
A child I could have raised
Instead
Here I lie
La Targette British Cemetery
My body and story
Fading to dust


I am from an end
19 years later
May 4, 1917更多精彩文章及讨论,请光临枫下论坛 rolia.net
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      本文发表在 rolia.net 枫下论坛I am from beginning
      Charles Edward Clarke
      October 20,1897


      I am from scattered memories
      Of quiet streets
      The shoe shop where I worked
      The church where I believed


      I am from rising up
      Fighting
      For my country
      For God
      For better futures


      I am from letters
      A touch of reality from mother
      A bit of news on my sister and two brothers
      And replies
      In glossy details
      And feigned optimism


      I am from home
      A cake mother sent in a parcel
      Closing my eyes and trying to picture
      Her face


      I am from ruin
      Razed landscapes; once serene
      Mere skeletons; once sprouting life from its many fingers
      And bodies
      Glassy-eyed
      By the thousands


      I am from mud
      A layer of filth
      Anywhere
      Everywhere
      Versatile as dust


      I am from devastation
      Red rivers
      Cries
      Screams
      Burning
      Persistent haze
      A metallic tinge


      I am from my hiding place
      Behind the gun
      A barricade between me
      And those who fell at my hands


      I am from fear
      For my life
      For others
      Fear of tomorrow
      of nightmares
      And reality


      I am from friends
      Who called me “Deacon”
      Forced light-heartedness
      Making jokes to push away thinking


      I am from Vimy Ridge
      Victory a price
      One I and thousands of others paid


      I am from disappearing
      My facial features blurring together
      A mere receding memory


      I am from missing
      A life I could have lived
      A wife I could have loved
      A child I could have raised
      Instead
      Here I lie
      La Targette British Cemetery
      My body and story
      Fading to dust


      I am from an end
      19 years later
      May 4, 1917更多精彩文章及讨论,请光临枫下论坛 rolia.net