by Whitman · Cluster: Martyrdom · Martyr Saint · Cross
Abstract
At dawn the speaker uncovers three dead on stretchers, the last seeming the face of Christ himself; war-death sanctified, the dead soldier as Christ-figure.
Connections
Archetypes: Christ Figure Motifs: Death, Dawn Themes & Concepts: Martyrdom, Divine Love Historical References: Christianity Settings: Military Camp Characters: Christ
Testo integrale / Full text
Cluster: DRUM-TAPS
A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim, As from my tent I emerge so early sleepless, As slow I walk in the cool fresh air the path near by the hospital tent, Three forms I see on stretchers lying, brought out there untended lying, Over each the blanket spread, ample brownish woolen blanket, Gray and heavy blanket, folding, covering all.
Curious I halt and silent stand, Then with light fingers I from the face of the nearest the first just lift the blanket; Who are you elderly man so gaunt and grim, with well-gray’d hair, and flesh all sunken about the eyes? Who are you my dear comrade? Then to the second I step—and who are you my child and darling? Who are you sweet boy with cheeks yet blooming? Then to the third—a face nor child nor old, very calm, as of beautiful yellow-white ivory; Young man I think I know you—I think this face is the face of the Christ himself, Dead and divine and brother of all, and here again he lies.