Heroes by Kathleen Raine
This war's dead heroes, who has seen them? They rise in smoke above the burning city, Faint clouds, dissolving into sky —
And who sifting the Libyan sand can find The tracery of a human hand, The faint impression of an absent mind, The fade-out of a soldier's day dream?
You'll know your love no more, nor his sweet kisses — He's forgotten you, girl, and in the idle sun In long green grass that the east wind caresses The seed of man is ravished by the corn.
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