Poetry on 11-11-11 / Great Respect for American Veterans and (US) Their Survivors
Do not weep, babe, for war is kind.
Because your father tumbles in the yellow trenches,
Raged at his breast, gulped and died,
Do not weep.
War is kind.
~ Stephen Crane, War Is Kind
(also the author of the Civil War tale, Red Badge of Courage)
Endanger but that humble street whereon his children run,
You make a soldier of the man who never bore a gun.
What is it through the battle smoke the valiant soldier sees?
~ Edgar Guest, The Things That Make a Soldier Great
One of them shot by the sea in the east,
And one of them shot in the west by the sea.
Dead! both my boys!
When you sit at the feast
And are wanting a great song for Italy free,
Let none look at me!
~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Mother and Poet
I saw battle-corpses, myriads of them,
And the white skeletons of young men—I saw them;
I saw the debris and debris of all the dead soldiers of the war;
But I saw they were not as was thought;
They themselves were fully at rest—they suffer’d not;
The living remain’d and suffer’d—the mother suffer’d,
And the wife and the child, and the musing comrade suffer’d,
And the armies that remain’d suffer’d.
~ Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass