English Poetry. John McCrae. The Warrior. Джон Маккрей.

John McCrae (Джон Маккрей)

The Warrior

He wrought in poverty, the dull grey days,
But with the night his little lamp-lit room
Was bright with battle flame, or through a haze
Of smoke that stung his eyes he heard the boom
Of Bluecher’s guns; he shared Almeida’s scars,
And from the close-packed deck, about to die,
Looked up and saw the ”Birkenhead”’s tall spars
Weave wavering lines across the Southern sky:

Or in the stifling ’tween decks, row on row,
At Aboukir, saw how the dead men lay;
Charged with the fiercest in Busaco’s strife,
Brave dreams are his -- the flick’ring lamp burns low --
Yet couraged for the battles of the day
He goes to stand full face to face with life.

John McCrae’s other poems:

1. The Oldest Drama
2. The Dying of Pere Pierre
3. Equality
4. The Shadow of the Cross
5. The Unconquered Dead

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