Heart of the heartless world,
Dear heart, the thought of you
Is the pain at my side,
The shadow that chills my view.
The wind rises in the evening,
Reminds that autumn is near.
I am afraid to lose you,
I am afraid of my fear.
On the last mile to Huesca,
The last fence for our pride,
Think so kindly, dear, that I
Sense you at my side.
And if bad luck should lay my strength
Into the shallow grave,
Remember all the good you can;
Don’t forget my love.
From: http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/booksblog/2010/oct/25/poem-of-the-week-john-cornford
Date: 1936
By: John Cornford (1915-1936)
From Troubles of The World 
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