57304: Wan, fragile faces of joy!
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posted on 2024-05-02, 18:52 authored by First World War Poetry Digital Archive Project Team Wan, fragile faces of joy!
Pitiful mouths that strive
To light with smiles the place
We dream we walk alive.
To you I stretch my hands,
Hands shut in pitiless trance
In a land of ruin and woe,
The desolate land of France.
Dear faces startled and shaken,
Out of wild dust and sounds
You yearn to me, lure and sadden
My heart with futile bounds.|
In some editions this poem has been called 'Home - Thoughts from France'.
