Things slow down on Memorial Day Weekend, especially if you stay in the city. So here's a belated Poetry Friday post in commemoration of this weekend, Siefried Sassoon's "Everyone Sang." I know this would better posted on Armistice Day, as that was when it was written -- days after World War I was declared over on November 11, 1918. But in my mind, there is never a day when a poem about the end of war is not welcome.
Everyone Sang
Everyone suddenly burst out singing;
And I was filled with such delight
As prisoned birds must find in freedom,
Winging wildly across the white
Orchards and dark-green fields; on—on—and out of sight.
Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted;
And beauty came like the setting sun:
My heart was shaken with tears; and horror
Drifted away … O, but Everyone
Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.
-- Siegfried Sassoon
(with thanks to Richard Barnes of the New York Times for the photograph of starlings over Rome)
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4 comments:
The poem was very moving and the photo you chose to link to it was perfect.
I've enjoyed your blog and look forward to revisiting it often...
If we look we can find the things to make us sing every day. Little things, simple things. Like the kiss of air on your skin as you walk across the room. That is a reason to sing. Like coming across your blog. Another reason to sing. But the end of a war...that is a reason for many, many voices to sing together all at once...and that just makes the earth feel better, don't you agree?
Memorial Day 2015
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