The Death of a Soldier by Wallace Stevens
I have a few more of Stevens’s poems in my file, from the store I collected over Thanksgiving, and I think it’s time for another one.
The Death of a Soldier
By Wallace Stevens
Life contracts and death is expected,
As in a season of autumn.
The soldier falls.
He does not become a three-days’ personage,
Imposing his separation,
Calling for pomp.
Death is absolute and without memorial,
As in a season of autumn,
When the wind stops.
When the wind stops and, over the heavens,
The clouds go, nevertheless,
In their direction.
Current Tea: Valentine’s blend (black tea with chocolate and rosebuds)
