That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
But still lies pointed as it plowed the dust.
If we who sight along it round the world,
See nothing worthy to have been its mark,
It is because like men we look too near,
Forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,
Our missiles always make too short an
arc. They fall, they rip the grass, they
intersect The curve of earth, and striking,
break their own; They make us cringe for
metal-point on stone. But this we know,
the obstacle that checked And tripped the
body, shot the spirit on Further than target
ever showed or shone.
http://www.greynotgrey.com/blog/2012/05/15/jeff-wall-dead-troops-talk/
Nice choice. I think this poem can express that a soldier, even if died a long time ago, can still show the real reason and purpose of what he did and why he died (sacrifice for serving his country and his people). But many people, because of their limited sight, cannot see the big picture and may wonder if a soldier's death is for an important goal or not. Finally, even while wars go on, a soldier's spirit always continues his duty at a good place beyond human access after his death.
ReplyDeleteI like this poem however, I did have trouble understanding it I had to read it multiple times. This poem is about a soldier that died fighting during the war. Many people think that soldiers are not important. However, they lose their lives fighting for their country thus, their souls are in a better place. Soldiers that fought knows more about importance of life than most of the people.
ReplyDeleteA great reflection on man's lack of understanding and perspective on the atrocities of battle and war. As opposed to the usual angle through the soldiers' eyes, Frost takes a left turn and instead places the crux on the journey of the forgotten instruments of rivalry. Their journey and their impact in relation to the ignorant masses. One of the many triumphs of Robert Frost that is a sound testament to his widespread success and appeal.
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