11-03-2011, 08:35 PM
As a poem resonant of the WW1 poets, it made the hairs on my neck stand up.
Particularly liked 'split of day'
and 'Piers' poppy-pasture ploughed'' says such a lot in terms of oh- I dunno- history as a field to be cultivated, we are all clay, the fields of Flanders, lost innocence, lost (ideals) of paradise etc etc.
Last lines 'leave my child, ' leave. my child' deliciously ambiguous and poignant.
Particularly liked 'split of day'
and 'Piers' poppy-pasture ploughed'' says such a lot in terms of oh- I dunno- history as a field to be cultivated, we are all clay, the fields of Flanders, lost innocence, lost (ideals) of paradise etc etc.
Last lines 'leave my child, ' leave. my child' deliciously ambiguous and poignant.