Day of Foreboding by Stanley Kunitz

27. January 2008, 19:11 Uhrstanley kunitzrinabeana

I just finished watching Gettysburg, and I’m still a bit weepy. I chose this poem because I think it’s how Longstreet may have felt on that awful last day of battle.

Day of Foreboding
By Stanley Kunitz

Great events are about to happen.
I have seen migratory birds
in unprecedented numbers
descend on the coastal plain,
picking the margins clean.
My bones are a family in their tent
huddled over a small fire
waiting for the uncertain signal
to resume the long march.

2 comments:

  1. Philip, 28. January 2008, 1:12

    “My bones are a family in their tent / huddled over … waiting for the uncertain signal…” Those words are so powerfully evocative!

     
  2. Lior, 2. December 2009, 4:40

    I’m a little bit late to respond but nevertheless…great pick, I really couldn’t stop reading it outloud to myself over and over again.
    Thanks!

     

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