'After the War...'
THE CONTRIBUTORS’ CLUB
THREE words — and as they fall upon my ears
They form a fence through which no man may pass:
A barrier of weeks or months or years,
Impenetrable as a wall of glass,
Which, being seen through and approached, gives hope,
Then sharply comes against an outstretched hand,
Grim, merciless, and leaving one to grope
For an open door to a free and peaceful
land.
They form a fence through which no man may pass:
A barrier of weeks or months or years,
Impenetrable as a wall of glass,
Which, being seen through and approached, gives hope,
Then sharply comes against an outstretched hand,
Grim, merciless, and leaving one to grope
For an open door to a free and peaceful
land.
JANET MAXTONE GRAHAM