Villanelle by Roland Aubrey Leighton

Violets from Plug Street Wood,
Sweet, I send you oversea.
(It is strange they should be blue,
Blue, when his soaked blood was red,
For they grew around his head;
It is strange they should be blue.)

Violets from Plug Street Wood-
Think what they have meant to me-
Life and Hope and Love and You
(And you did not see them grow
Where his mangled body lay
Hiding horror from the day;
Sweetest it was better so.)

Violets from oversea,
To your dear, far, forgetting land
These I send in memory,
Knowing you will understand.


Date: 1915

By: Roland Aubrey Leighton (1895-1915)

2 Comments to “Villanelle by Roland Aubrey Leighton”

  1. A wonderful and artful poem. One just has to admire the education and talent many of the War Poets in WWI had.
    BTW, visiting Louvencourt last week, I found a bunch of violets on his grave.

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