I still fervently grieve for you
You who could wield a gun
And tenderly also a poetic pen
To write such soulful verse
That no man can read today
Without a moist eye, tear or two
On words, inspired by dark cold trenches
With bleeding wounds and goodbye's said
And you went far too early from your youth
Taking with you a treasure the world will never know
Of so many gems that lay inert in your secret chambers
Unwritten, Unsung as the dirty war laid you low.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i don't know him or his works, but you make him sound great. yes, some people can have a great impact on many other people, unfortunately sometimes in a bad way. poetry is pretty safe. oops. being called to supper. bri :)
Sir, you will find him among the war poets.....so full of life and yet gone so early...