The Battlefield Poem by Emily Dickinson
The Battlefield
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When suddenly across the June
A wind with fingers goes.
They perished in the seamless grass, —
No eye could find the place;
But God on his repealless list
Can summon every face.
Very sad, telling of all those who fell and died on the battlefield. I have a poem about the Battle of Antietam in the American Civil War called RIVER RAN RED. I invite all to read and comment. Thanks.
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Like a falling leaves and ice flakes in a countenance Beautiful