Blog 2: Rendezvous with Death

Well after ten minutes of thinking for a poem of creepy aspects. I had to go with one of my favorite poems by Alan Seeger "I Have a Rendezvous with Death". I like this poem because we will all meet that dark robed skeletor figure with a scythe sooner or later if we like it or not. So I went to http://www.poetry-archive.com/s/i_have_a_rendez-vous_with_death.html and found about hundred more poets on all sorts of areas from love to the horrors of war. The website doesn't have any fancy templates but it gets to point of finding that right poem.

"I Have a Rendezvous with Death"
by Alan Seeger

I Have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple blossoms fill the air
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

It may be he shall take my hand,
And lead me into his dark land,
And close my eyes and quench my breath
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow flowers appear.

God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear.
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year;
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.

What I believe the poem is about is a soldier that is killed in a war during the spring and death comes to take him away. While death is taking him he seems scared but prepared for the outcome to happen. Death then shows the man the battlefield from a semi destroyed hill top and points out that their is no more love because spring has arrived. Another reference to spring causing death to come is the flaming town. The importance of the word spring in the poem is that mostly soldiers fight when it isn't cold but a nice clear day so death comes around to scoop them up for their inevitable faith.