The Battlefield
They dropped like flakes1, they dropped like stars,Like petals2 from a rose,When suddenly across the JuneA wind with fingers goes.
They perished in the seamless grass, --No eye could find the place;But God on his repealless listCan summon every face.
战场
他们雪片般落下，他们流星般落下，象一朵玫瑰花的花瓣纷纷落下，当风的手指忽然间穿划过六月初夏。
在眼睛不能发现的地方，--他们凋零于不透缝隙的草丛；但上帝摊开他无赦的名单依然能传唤每一副面孔。
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