The Young Dead Soldiers: by Archibald MacLeish

Remembering at The Wall

THE YOUNG DEAD SOLDIERS

by Archibald MacLeish 

They say: 

our deaths are not ours. 

They are yours. 

They will mean what you make them.

They say: 

whether our lives and our deaths 

were for peace and a new hope, 

or nothing, 

we cannot say.

It is you who must say this. 

They say: 

we leave you our deaths. 

Give them their meaning. 

We were young.

They say: 

we have died. 

REMEMBER US.

Archibald MacLeish

"There are those, I know, who will reply that the liberation of humanity, the freedom of man and mind, is nothing but a dream.  They are right.  It is.  It is the American Dream."

--Archibald MacLeish

"There is only one thing more painful than learning from experience and that is not learning from experience."

--Archibald MacLeish

About the Author:

(1892-1982) Archibald MacLeish was an American poet, writer, and the Librarian of Congress. He is associated with the Modernist school of poetry. He received three Pulitzer Prizes for his work.


“I am only one, but I am one. I can't do everything, but I can do something. The something I ought to do, I can do, and by the grace of God, I will.” ~Everett Hale


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