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E.T.
I slumbered with your poems on my
breast
Spread open as I dropped them half-read through
Like
dove
wings on a figure on a
tomb
To see, if in a dream they brought of you,
I might not have the chance I missed in life
Through some delay, and call you to your face
First
soldier
, and then
poet
, and then both,
Who died a soldier-poet of your
race
.
I meant, you meant, that nothing should remain
Unsaid between us,
brother
, and this remained--
And one thing more that was not then to say:
The
Victory
for what it lost and gained.
You went to meet the shell's embrace of fire
On
Vimy Ridge
; and when you fell that day
The
war
seemed over more for you than me,
But now for me than you--the other way.
How ever, though, for even me who knew
The foe
thrust
back unsafe beyond the
Rhine
,
If I was not speak of it to you
And see you pleased once more with words of mine?
-
Robert Frost
(1920)
E.T.
The Art Of Insulting - Chapter IV - Parental Insults
A New Found Glory
I Will Sing You One-O
Robert Frost
New Hampshire