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A Soldier

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He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
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.
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Thursday, December 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: soldier
Stephen W 13 February 2013

We are all the soldier in this poem, the lance is every project into which we put our heart, which crashed into screeching failure, and afterward seemed as though it had always been pointless. He is saying that it wasn't pointless from a spiritual point-of-view

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Epic X 09 May 2012

i know but whatever! it does not madder very much, it is from robert frost! ! ! ! ! @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@#####################^^^ ^-^

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Castellenas John 15 March 2019

Powerful and worthwhile words. Thank you.

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Mackenzie 12 November 2018

I am memorizing this one for a school project and it is going very well! ! !

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school persom 13 May 2021

same over here

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person 15 January 2021

ya same

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random 04 January 2021


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mohit goyal 24 August 2018

very good poem i should like it

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xxxxx 08 August 2018

gtf mad come on write proper poems

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Heroine 16 March 2018

Beautiful and raging in fire

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