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Through a Glass, Darkly (poem) " Through a Glass, Darkly " is a poem by American general George S. Patton, which explores Patton's strong beliefs in Christianity and reincarnation through stories of his previous lives and deaths in combat during historic battles. [1] Patton questions whether he may have participated in the Crucifixion of Jesus ...
- English
- 16 September 1922
- XAXA
- United States
Through a Glass Darkly, Perhaps I stabbed our Savior. In His sacred helpless side. Yet I've called His name in blessing. When in after times I died. Through the travail of the ages. Midst the pomp and toil of war. Have I fought and strove and perished. Countless times upon this star.
May 30, 2016 · A poem by the famous World War II general and leader of the U.S. Third Army, who expresses his nostalgia and horror of war and his belief in God's will. The poem is a series of images and memories of his battles and his death, with a final assurance of his rebirth and redemption.
Compared to Clough's other works, "Through a Glass Darkly" exhibits his characteristic combination of skepticism and optimism. It echoes themes found in his earlier poem "Say Not the Struggle Nought Availeth," where he argues that even in the face of life's challenges, the pursuit of ideals is essential.
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Feb 11, 2024 · Here is a poetic rendition of the poem in Chinese. Through a Glass, Darkly. 镜中前缘. Through the travail of the ages, Midst the pomp and toil of war, Have I fought and strove and perished ...
Sep 4, 2021 · Till at last our star faded, And we shouted to our doom. Where the sunken road of Ohein. Closed us in its quivering gloom. So but now with Tanks a’clatter. Have I waddled on the foe. Belching death at twenty paces, By the star shell’s ghastly glow. So as through a glass, and darkly.
