by Whitman · Cluster: Stars · Night · Military Camp
Abstract
A four-line invocation to the sacred moon to bathe the ghastly swollen faces of the battlefield dead; war-death and mournful benediction.
Connections
Motifs: Moon, Death, Night Themes & Concepts: Grief and Loss, War and its Cost Settings: Battlefield
Testo integrale / Full text
Cluster: DRUM-TAPS
Look down fair moon and bathe this scene,
Pour softly down night’s nimbus floods on faces ghastly, swollen, purple,
On the dead on their backs with arms toss’d wide,
Pour down your unstinted nimbus sacred moon.