The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood
This Eastertide call into mind the men,
Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, should
Have gathered them and will do never again.
This Eastertide call into mind the men,
Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, should
Have gathered them and will do never again.
inviata da Bernart Bartleby - 27/7/2015 - 16:30
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Versi di Edward Thomas (1878-1917), poeta e scrittore gallese, caduto sul fronte francese durante la Grande Guerra, il 9 aprile 1917. Nella raccolta “Poems” pubblicata postuma nell’ottobre dello stesso anno.
Musica di Gary Bachlund, prolifico compositore tedesco-americano, da “Ten Poems of Edward Thomas” per pianoforte e voce tenore (2010)
“The title of this poem is, in its place in the collection, In memoriam (Easter 1915). The reference to the war which was to claim the poet's life shortly is contrasted with the beauty of nature and of lovers, whose lives will become irreparably torn apart by the gruesome reality of war, with its gallows far more horrid than the poem earlier in this cycle pictures […]” (Gary Bachlund)