I HAVE A RENDEZVOUS WITH DEATH

By Alan Seeger
Seeger’s poem speaks of bravery and devotion to duty in the face of danger. Its one of my favourites!

I have a rendezvous with death

At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air—
I have a rendezvous with
Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath—
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
 And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows ’twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear…
 But I’ve a rendezvous with
Death At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
 And I to my pledged word am true,
 I shall not fail that rendezvous.
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