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Post by soldatsoucy1 on Feb 6, 2009 23:46:58 GMT -5
Hi all:
I ran across this poem tonite by an American in the Foreign Legion and killed in France in World War I.
Thought I would share.
Rendezvous
I have a rendezvous with Death, at some disputed barricade. I have a rendezvous with Death. When Spring comes back with rustling shade, and apple blossoms fill the air, I have a rendezvous with Death, when Spring brings back blue days and fair.
It may be he shall take my hand and lead me into his dark land, and close my eyes and quench my breath, it may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death, On some scarred slope of battered hill, when Spring comes round again this year And the meadow flowers do first appear.
God knows 'twere better to be deep, pillowed in silk and scented down, where love throbs out in blissful sleep, pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath, where hushed awakenings are dear. But I've a rendezvous with Death at midnight in some flaming town, when Spring trips north again this year and I to my pledged word am true, I shall not fail that rendezvous.
By Alan Seeger
American Legionnaire Alan Seeger (1888-1916) was killed in action July 4, at Belloy-en-Santerre, France. Legionnaire Alan Seeger, mort au combat a Belloy-en-Santerre, le 4 Juillet, 1916
Vive le Mort!
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Post by lt13demi on Feb 7, 2009 9:33:57 GMT -5
Ahhh,,, you found Seeger's poem! It's well known by all
Good job on the research! Keep it going!
Renault
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Post by sgtjeanvaljean on Feb 7, 2009 13:14:14 GMT -5
Rendezvous
While this poem goes well with our wine, please do not over look the reat of the book. the Medicin-chef and I both have first additions.
Sgt. Valjean
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