War is Kind?

November 29, 2007

                    I

Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep. War is kind. Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment, Little souls who thirst for fight, These men were born to drill and die. The unexplained glory flies above them, Great is the battle-god, great, and his kingdom — A field where a thousand corpses lie. Do not weep, babe, for war is kind. Because your father tumbled in the yellow trenches, Raged at his breast, gulped and died, Do not weep. War is kind. Swift blazing flag of the regiment, Eagle with crest of red and gold, These men were born to drill and die. Point for them the virtue of slaughter, Make plain to them the excellence of killing And a field where a thousand corpses lie. Mother whose heart hung humble as a button On the bright splendid shroud of your son, Do not weep. War is kind.


Wow. Crane has a lot of guts to talk about War being kind. it would be interesting to see how a poem like this would be received if it were written now. Would people have the same views as Crane? It is such a controversial topic to deal with, it would be interesting to think of how it would be received.

A Man said to the Universe

November 29, 2007

A man said to the universe:
“Sir I exist!”
“However,” replied the universe,
“The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation.”

i thought this short poem was really intense. It made me think about how we identify ourselves as existing, but in reality to everyone else all over the world it doesnt matter at all. It just made me think about the billions of people all over the world, each having their own existance. But other than the small view we associate ourselves with, it does not matter to them that we exist.