
"For Aaron,
The shadows of his fellows ring him round
In the high night, the summer breathes for them
It's fragrance, a heavy somnolence, and for him,
For the soldier of time, it breathes a summer sleep,
In which his wound is good because life was.
No part of him was ever part of death.
Surely the virtues embodied by these heroes are timeless.
by Wallace Stevens"
Your Aunt Karen of Brownfield, Texas USA

2 comments:
What a wonderful poem! You love your son very much and so does his entire family. He must have been quite a young man. :-)
Semper fi!
I will email you a poem Gunz wrote that is very moving.
It is beautiful. Gunz soul...
Semper Fi, ebyjo & Gunz
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