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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358658" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wars and the Unknown Soldier</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358658" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I<br>Dry leaves, soldier, dry leaves, dead leaves;<br>voices of leaves on the wind that bears them to<br>destruction,<br>impassioned prayer, impassioned hymn of delight<br>of the gladly doomed to die. Stridor of beasts,<br>stridor of men, praises of lust and battle,<br>numberless as waves, the waves singing<br>to the wind that bears them down.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358658" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Under Osiris,<br>him of the Egyptian priests, Osynmandyas the King,<br>easward into Asia we passed, swarmed over Bactria,<br>three thousand years before Christ.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358658" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The history of war<br>is the history of mankind.<br>So many dead:<br>look at them there in the dark, look at them going,<br>the longest parade of all, the parade of the dead:<br>between then and now, seven thousand million dead:<br>dead on the filed of battle.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358658" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The people which is not ready<br>to guard its gods, and its household gods, with the<br>sword,<br>who knows but it will find itself with nothing<br>save honour to defend - ?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358658" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Consider, soldier<br>whatever name you go by, doughboy, dogface,<br>marine or tommy. God's mercenary – consider our lot<br>in the days if the single combat. You have been seen on the <br>seashore.<br>In the offshore wind blown backward, a wavecrest<br>windwhipped and quivering, borne helpless and<br>briefly<br>to fall underfoot of an oncoming seawall, foam-<br>smothered,<br>once more to recede, wind-thwarted again; thus<br>deathward<br>the battle lines whelmed and divided. The darkling<br>battalions<br>locked arms in chaos, the bravest, the heroes,<br>kept in the forefront' and this line once broken,<br>our army was done for.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358658" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">II<br>In the new city of marble and bright stone,<br>the city named for a captain; in the capital:<br>under the solemn echoing dome, in the still tomb,<br>lies an unknown soldier.*</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358658" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In the brown city,<br>old and shabby, by the muddy Thames, in the gaunt<br>avenue<br>where Romans blessed with Latin the oyster and the<br>primrose,<br>the stone shaft speaks of another. Those who pass<br>bare their heads in the rain, pausing to listen+</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358658" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Across grey water, red poppies on cliffs and chalk.<br>Hidden under the arch, in the city of light,<br>the city beloved of Abelard rests a third,<br>nameless as those, but the fluttering flame<br>substituting for a name.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358658" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Three unknown soldiers:<br>three, let us say, out of many. On the proud arch<br>names shine like stars, the names of battles and<br>victories;<br>but never the name of the man, you, the unknown.<br>Down there runs the river, under dark walls of rock,<br>parapets of rock, stone steps that green to the water.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358658" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There they fished up in the twilight another unknown,<br>the one they call <br>L'Inconnue de la Seine<br>: drowned<br>hands,<br>drowned hair, drowned eyes, masked like marble she<br>listens<br>to the drip-drop secret of silence; and the pale eyelids<br>enclose and disclose what they know, the illusion <br>found like fire under Lethe. Devotion here sainted<br>the love here deathless. The strong purpose turns<br>from the daggered lamplight, from the little light to<br>the lesser,<br>from stone to stone stepping, from the nex-to-the-lasy<br>heartbeat and footstep even to the sacred, to the last.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358658" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Love: devotion: sacrifice: death: can we call her<br>unknown<br>who has not unknown to herself more? Whose love<br>lives still<br>as if death itself were alive and divine?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358658" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And you, the soldier<br>you who are dead: is it not so with you?<br>Love: devotion: sacrifice: death: can we call you<br>unknown,<br>you who knew what you did? The soldier is crystal:<br>crystal of man: clear heart, clear duty, clear purpose.<br>No soldier can be unknown. Only he is unknown<br>who is unknown to himself.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Conrad+Potter+Aiken">Conrad Potter Aiken</a></strong></div>