A War Wedding

  by: Mary Carolyn Davies

 

 

 

 

My life is made of five long nights
And five swift days, like birds whose flights

 

Have taken them to where the earth
Below them, is a small, strange thing
Of very little worth.

 

My life is made of five bright days
And five kind nights. I heard you praise

 

My beauty, in your faint, hushed tone
That no one else has ever heard.
And this is all I own.

 

Five nights and five strange days, and then
You died to save your fellow-men.

 

I never lived until I saw
Within your eyes that thirst and awe.

 

And I shall never live again.


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