Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries
Mar. 2nd, 2019 07:19 amIn the days of yore, I used to post poems occasionally, and I think I ought to do it again, at least occasionally. Everyone’s day is better for a little poetry in it, right?
Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries
By A. E. Housman
These, in the day when heaven was falling,
The hour when earth's foundations fled,
Followed their mercenary calling,
And took their wages, and are dead.
Their shoulders held the sky suspended;
They stood, and earth's foundations stay;
What God abandoned, these defended,
And saved the sum of things for pay.
Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries
By A. E. Housman
These, in the day when heaven was falling,
The hour when earth's foundations fled,
Followed their mercenary calling,
And took their wages, and are dead.
Their shoulders held the sky suspended;
They stood, and earth's foundations stay;
What God abandoned, these defended,
And saved the sum of things for pay.
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Date: 2019-03-02 02:01 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2019-03-02 02:58 pm (UTC)I'm not sure this evokes emotion in me, Wordsworth-style, but I do like the ambiguous tone. It could be read as a cynical witticism of sorts, something an educated fop at a Regency-era ball might improvise for general laughter. It especially reads that way if you emphasize the last line, and specifically the last two words. But I could also see it read in a tone more...not "admiring", precisely but maybe "acknowledging". As an effort to see the subject clearly, both their faults and their flaws. Or perhaps it is an expression of admiration, that their loyalty to their contract was stronger than the supposedly-stronger-and-more-noble bond of loyalty to one's country.
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