Decline

Day by
Day, I'm
Hearing
The news
Of his
Decline
And
Wondering
If he's
Paving the
Way for his
Death to
Shine

(wrote this about an ailing person)

by Aparna Chatterjee

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The memory of Francis Ledwidge evokes among Irish people a great sadness. He died a young man in the Great War. The serenity and humility of this poem demonstrates clearly our sense of loss not only of a known wonderful person but of a poet who espoused peace and tranquility. The crushing of Ledwidge's life by the Great War is mirrored in the rejection by Irish society of simple, trusted and life-enhancing values, so poignantly depicted here by Ledwidge. The unamed whistling bare-footed boy can easily be seen as a metaphor for the death of simplicity.