The Soldier
O they say that the war's nearly won,
And declare there's a change in the wind;
And my feet stumble on and the year's come and gone,
And they say that the war's nearly won.
O when shall I see you, my love?
You turn like a far star alone;
O when shall I rest with your head on my breast
And be free and at peace and at home?
Still they declare that the war's nearly won,
And declare there's a change in the wind;
And the years stumble on and a thousand years gone,
And they say that the war's nearly won.
(Jean Ritchie, 1971)
4 comments:
Beautiful poem and mandala.
This is very beautiful.
robin andrea and Sabine -- Thank you!
I enjoy all your mandalas. This one is particularly lovely and poignant as you link it with the spiral of the Paris arrondissements.
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