Tuesday, June 30, 2009

american military cemetary near florence

The Soldier

    If I should die, think only this of me:
    That there's some corner of a foreign field
    That is for ever the home of the free, the land of the brave.

    There shall be
    In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
    A dust whom America bore, shaped, made aware,
    Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
    A body of America's, breathing American air,
    Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

    And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
    A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
    Gives somewhere back the thoughts by America freely given;
    Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
    And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
    In hearts at peace, under an American heaven.

    Rupert Brooke: my apologizes for changing England to America.


  1. Pretty nice -- I am impressed with your quotes - do you have them all memorized?

  2. No, they just come to me as I type. It is stream of consciousness.