Monday, May 29, 2017

SHILOH by Melville, a Memorial Day Poem


Shiloh: A Requiem (April, 1862)

Skimming lightly, wheeling still,
The swallows fly low
Over the field in clouded days,

The forest-field of Shiloh—
Over the field where April rain
Solaced the parched ones stretched in pain

Through the pause of night
That followed the Sunday fight
Around the church of Shiloh—

The church so lone, the log-built one,
That echoed to many a parting groan
And natural prayer

Of dying foemen mingled there—
Foemen at morn, but friends at eve—

Fame or country least their care:
(What like a bullet can undeceive!)

But now they lie low,
While over them the swallows skim,
And all is hushed at Shiloh.

--Herman Melville


the lone church:


scenes after the horrific battle:









Grieving for so many today,
such needless slaughter,
so much destruction,

Daniel Wilcox

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