A Soldier

He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
But still lies pointed as it plowed the dust.
If we who sight along it round the world,
See nothing worthy to have been its mark,
It is because like men we look too near,
Forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,
Our missiles always make too short an arc.
They fall, they rip the grass, they intersect
The curve of earth, and striking, break their own;
They make us cringe for metal-point on stone.
But this we know, the obstacle that checked
And tripped the body, shot the spirit on
Further than target ever showed or shone.

by Robert Frost

Comments (9)

I'm sure that reads more to girls and women then boys and men, nevertheless I did enjoy it in all its succinctness! TJK
This is a good poem for all girls young and not so young. Sincerely, Connie Webb
Sus, this poem says so much in so few words... a great anthem for You Girls! ! Brian
thats cutee....well...we can move on....girl power will make us do so....
how inspiring for feminine, never dwelling in the rotten apple anymore but defensive, protective and active, this is power from inert.maxim muyu
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