Such, Such is Death
Such, such is Death: no triumph: no defeat: Only an empty pail, a slate rubbed clean,
A merciful putting away of what has been. And this we know: Death is not Life, effete,
Life crushed, the broken pail. We who have seen So marvellous things know well the end not yet.
Victor and vanquished are a-one in death: Coward and brave: friend, foe. Ghosts do not say, “Come, what was your record when you drew breath?”
But a big blot has hid each yesterday So poor, so manifestly incomplete.
And your bright Promise, withered long and sped, Is touched, stirs, rises, opens and grows sweet
And blossoms and is you, when you are dead.
By Charles Hamilton Sorley
What the poem is about?
i believe the poems about the men dying and that the have no defeat and triumph,in the story they say death is not life, and they think there life is crushed.
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