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Returning, We Hear The Larks

Rating: 2.7

Sombre the night is.
And though we have our lives, we know
What sinister threat lies there.

Dragging these anguished limbs, we only know
This poison-blasted track opens on our camp -
On a little safe sleep.

But hark! joy - joy - strange joy.
Lo! heights of night ringing with unseen larks.

Music showering our upturned list’ning faces.
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Aarif 28 August 2019

I hate poetry soooooooooooooo much

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Kim Barney 03 February 2015

I think that, to understand this poem you need to know the setting, the background, why it was written. I do not, but it seems to be a group of soldiers returning to their camp in the darkness. The line Death could drop from the dark could refer to a bomb or missile, or even a cannonball.

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Gangadharan Nair Pulingat 03 February 2015

Serpent hides on her kisses.....May be a story of the medieval times memory through histories. Great writing.

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