Night Of Battle Poem by Yvor Winters

Night Of Battle

Rating: 2.5


Europe: 1944
as regarded from a great distance


Impersonal the aim
Where giant movements tend;
Each man appears the same;
Friend vanishes from friend.


In the long path of lead
That changes place like light
No shape of hand or head
Means anything tonight.


Only the common will
For which explosion spoke;
And stiff on field and hill
The dark blood of the folk.

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