oracne - Victoria Janssen (oracne) wrote,
oracne - Victoria Janssen
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de Noailles, "Our Dead"

Our Dead

Stars that behold our world upon its way,
Pure legions camped upon the plains of night,
Mute watchful hosts of heaven, what must you say
When men destroy each other in their might?

Upon their deadly race each runner starts,
Nor one but will his brothers all outrun!
Ah, see their blood jet upward to the sun
Like living fountains refluent on our hearts.

--O dead divinely for so great a faith,
Help us, whose agony is but begun,
For bitterly we yield you up to death,
We who had dreamed that life and love were one.

--Anna de Noailles, née de Brancovan
translation: Edith Wharton
Tags: women's war poetry, wwi poems
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