The Soldier by Robert Frost

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He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
But still lies pointed as it ploughed the dust.
If we who sight along it round the world,
See nothing worthy to have been its mark,
It is because like men we look too near,
Forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,
Our missiles always make too short an arc.
They fall, they rip the grass, they intersect
The curve of earth, and striking, break their own;
They make us cringe for metal-point on stone.
But this we know, the obstacle that checked
And tripped the body, shot the spirit on
Further than target ever showed or shone.

For: Nurturing Thursday

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3 comments

  1. Claire · November 12, 2015

    Wow, what a post to mark Remembrance Day yesterday…
    Very powerful!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Pingback: Nurturing Thursday – 3rd Anniversary | "On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea"

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