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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508746" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Faceless Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm dead.<br>Officially I'm dead. Their hope is past.<br>How long I stood as missing! Now, at last<br>   ; & nbsp; &n bsp; &nb sp; &nbs p; I'm dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look in my face -- no likeness can you see,<br>No tiny trace of him they knew as "me".<br>How terrible the change!<br>Even my eyes are strange.<br>So keyed are they to pain,<br>That if I chanced to meet<br>My mother in the street<br>She'd look at me in vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When she got home I think she'd say:<br>"I saw the saddest sight to-day --<br>A poilu with no face at all.<br>Far better in the fight to fall<br>Than go through life like that, I think.<br>Poor fellow! how he made me shrink.<br>No face. Just eyes that seemed to stare<br>At me with anguish and despair.<br>This ghastly war! I'm almost cheered<br>To think my son who disappeared,<br>My boy so handsome and so gay,<br>Might have come home like him to-day."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm dead. I think it's better to be dead<br>When little children look at you with dread;<br>And when you know your coming home again<br>Will only give the ones who love you pain.<br>Ah! who can help but shrink? One cannot blame.<br>They see the hideous husk, not, not the flame<br>Of sacrifice and love that burns within;<br>While souls of satyrs, riddled through with sin,<br>Have bodies fair and excellent to see.<br>Mon Dieu! how different we all would be<br>If this our flesh was ordained to express<br>Our spirit's beauty or its ugliness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Oh, you who look at me with fear to-day,<br>And shrink despite yourselves, and turn away --<br>It was for you I suffered woe accurst;<br>For you I braved red battle at its worst;<br>For you I fought and bled and maimed and slew;<br> &nbs p;   ; & nbsp; &n bsp; For you, for you!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For you I faced hell-fury and despair;<br>The reeking horror of it all I knew:<br>I flung myself into the furnace there;<br>I faced the flame that scorched me with its glare;<br>I drank unto the dregs the devil's brew --<br>Look at me now -- for you and you and you. . . .)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &nb sp; &nbs p; . . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm thinking of the time we said good-by:<br>We took our dinner in Duval's that night,<br>Just little Jacqueline, Lucette and I;<br>We tried our very utmost to be bright.<br>We laughed. And yet our eyes, they weren't gay.<br>I sought all kinds of cheering things to say.<br>"Don't grieve," I told them. "Soon the time will pass;<br>My next permission will come quickly round;<br>We'll all meet at the Gare du Montparnasse;<br>Three times I've come already, safe and sound."<br>(But oh, I thought, it's harder every time,<br>After a home that seems like Paradise,<br>To go back to the vermin and the slime,<br>The weariness, the want, the sacrifice.<br>"Pray God," I said, "the war may soon be done,<br>But no, oh never, never till we've won!")</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then to the station quietly we walked;<br>I had my rifle and my haversack,<br>My heavy boots, my blankets on my back;<br>And though it hurt us, cheerfully we talked.<br>We chatted bravely at the platform gate.<br>I watched the clock. My train must go at eight.<br>One minute to the hour . . . we kissed good-by,<br>Then, oh, they both broke down, with piteous cry.<br>I went. . . . Their way was barred; they could not pass.<br>I looked back as the train began to start;<br>Once more I ran with anguish at my heart<br>And through the bars I kissed my little lass. . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three years have gone; they've waited day by day.<br>I never came. I did not even write.<br>For when I saw my face was such a sight<br>I thought that I had better . . . stay away.<br>And so I took the name of one who died,<br>A friendless friend who perished by my side.<br>In Prussian prison camps three years of hell<br>I kept my secret; oh, I kept it well!<br>And now I'm free, but none shall ever know;<br>They think I died out there . . . it's better so.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To-day I passed my wife in widow's weeds.<br>I brushed her arm. She did not even look.<br>So white, so pinched her face, my heart still bleeds,<br>And at the touch of her, oh, how I shook!<br>And then last night I passed the window where<br>They sat together; I could see them clear,<br>The lamplight softly gleaming on their hair,<br>And all the room so full of cozy cheer.<br>My wife was sewing, while my daughter read;<br>I even saw my portrait on the wall.<br>I wanted to rush in, to tell them all;<br>And then I cursed myself: "You're dead, you're dead!"<br>God! how I watched them from the darkness there,<br>Clutching the dripping branches of a tree,<br>Peering as close as ever I might dare,<br>And sobbing, sobbing, oh, so bitterly!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But no, it's folly; and I mustn't stay.<br>To-morrow I am going far away.<br>I'll find a ship and sail before the mast;<br>In some wild land I'll bury all the past.<br>I'll live on lonely shores and there forget,<br>Or tell myself that there has never been<br>The gay and tender courage of Lucette,<br>The little loving arms of Jacqueline.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A man lonely upon a lonely isle,<br>Sometimes I'll look towards the North and smile<br>To think they're happy, and they both believe<br>I died for France, and that I lie at rest;<br>And for my glory's sake they've ceased to grieve,<br>And hold my memory sacred. Ah! that's best.<br>And in that thought I'll find my joy and peace<br>As there alone I wait the Last Release.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508746" data-title="The Faceless Man de Robert William Service" data-description="I'm dead. Officially I'm dead. Their hope is past. How long I stood as missing! Now, at last   ; & nbsp; &..."></div> </div> </div>
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