I realized yesterday as I was doing the Proust Questionaire that I have never posted my second favorite poem, "Wonderment" by Siegfried Sassoon. Sassoon was the less well known of the War Poets of WWI, but lived till he was in his 70s, and had a prolific career as a writer. I recently inquired about whether there were any good biographies of him, and my former professor said it was always a desire of his to write one, why don't I do it? Oh, Professor...perhaps in another life. (P.S. Doesn't he look like Ben Cross in Chariots of Fire? J pointed this out to me, and now that's all I see.)
Then a wind blew;
And he who had forgot he moved
Lonely amid the green and silver morning weather,
Aware of clouds and trees
Gleaming and white and shafted, shaken together
And blown to music by the ruffling breeze.
Like flush of wings
The moment passed: he stood
Dazzled with blossom in the swaying wood;
Then he remembered how, through all swift things,
This mortal scene stands built of memories,—
Shaped by the wise
Who gazed in breathing wonderment,
And left us their brave eyes
To light the ways they went.