On Going to War

[fdelano]

My take on Richard Lovelace’s poem, seen from the opposite view:

 

To Lucasta, On Going to Warres

 

Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkinde,

That from the Nunnerie

Of thy chaste breast, and quiet minde,

To Warre and Armes I flie.

 

True; a new Mistresse now I serve,

The first Foe in the Field;

And with a sterner Faith embrace

A Sword, a Horse, a Shield.

 

Yet this Inconstancy is such,

As thou too shalt adore;

I could not love thee (Deare) so much,

Lov'd I not Honour more.

 

Richard Lovelace

 

 

To Destiny, On Not Going to War

 

Tell me I was not a coward

when I declared, as did Chief Joseph,

"I will fight no more, forever."

No more bombers will I fly.

 

No more raining down of bombs

on humans I do not know, nor

of those I did know, torn apart.

No more pursuit of a lost cause.

 

Strange for one who killed

with skill, from so high, more

than a hundred missions, more

than ten thousand iron bombs.

 

Would you hold me in high

disdain should I have continued

to kill for career or prestige,

had I not put honor above all?

 

fdharden

[Larsen M. Callirhoe]

am at a loss for words here franklin. I adore Lovelace's poem. Both poems here reading them is like drinking the most exquite wine the world has to over,

 

I am in the presence of genuses at work here; bravo

 

victor

 

thank you for response on my poem.