Siegfried Sassoon, 'A 1940 Memory'
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war_poetry:
A 1940 Memory
One afternoon of war's worst troubles,
Disconsolate on autumn stubbles,
I marked what rarely rambles by —
A Clouded Yellow butterfly.
From those appalled and personal throes
Time will dissolve the pain, one knows;
And days when direful news was heard
Be indistinct, unreal, and blurred.
Yet, every walk I pass that way,
A sunless mid-September day
Will faithfully recur, and I
Stalk that slow loitering butterfly.
by Siegfried Sassoon
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A 1940 Memory
One afternoon of war's worst troubles,
Disconsolate on autumn stubbles,
I marked what rarely rambles by —
A Clouded Yellow butterfly.
From those appalled and personal throes
Time will dissolve the pain, one knows;
And days when direful news was heard
Be indistinct, unreal, and blurred.
Yet, every walk I pass that way,
A sunless mid-September day
Will faithfully recur, and I
Stalk that slow loitering butterfly.
by Siegfried Sassoon