“we’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky / as we lie in fields of gold”

For Poetry Monday:

Glimpses, Roy Helton

Last night, as through the crowd on Market Street
    A new-made soldier proudly swung along,
Guiding that gray-eyed wonder called his girl,
    Whose face turned up to him in silent song:

I marked, above those gay young hearts atune,
The unimportant beauty of the moon.


From his 1918 collection Outcasts in Beulah Land.

---L.

Subject quote from Fields of Gold, Sting.