Friday, November 2, 2012

Poetry Oration: The war in the air


The War in the air
 By Howard Nemerov 1920–1991


For a saving grace, we didn't see our dead,
Who rarely bothered coming home to die
But simply stayed away out there
In the clean war, the war in the air.


Seldom the ghosts come back bearing their tales
Of hitting the earth, the incompressible sea,
But stayed up there in the relative wind,
Shades fading in the mind,


Who had no graves but only epitaphs
Where never so many spoke for never so few:
Per ardua, said the partisans of Mars,
Per aspera, to the stars.


That was the good war, the war we won
As if there was no death, for goodness's sake.
With the help of the losers we left out there
     In the air, in the empty air. For a saving grace, we didn't see our dead,
Who rarely bothered coming home to die
But simply stayed away out there
In the clean war, the war in the air.

Seldom the ghosts come back bearing their tales
Of hitting the earth, the incompressible sea,
But stayed up there in the relative wind,
Shades fading in the mind,

Who had no graves but only epitaphs
Where never so many spoke for never so few:
Per ardua, said the partisans of Mars,
Per aspera, to the stars.

That was the good war, the war we won
As if there was no death, for goodness's sake.
With the help of the losers we left out there
In the air, in the empty air.
For a saving grace, we didn't see our dead,
Who rarely bothered coming home to die
But simply stayed away out there
In the clean war, the war in the air.

Seldom the ghosts come back bearing their tales
Of hitting the earth, the incompressible sea,
But stayed up there in the relative wind,
Shades fading in the mind,

Who had no graves but only epitaphs
Where never so many spoke for never so few:
Per ardua, said the partisans of Mars,
Per aspera, to the stars.

That was the good war, the war we won
As if there was no death, for goodness's sake.
With the help of the losers we left out there
In the air, in the empty air.





Interpretation: The War in the air

The poem is called “The war in the air” and it is written by Howard Nemerov. The main topic of the poem is the war and it tells us the stories of the soldier who “never came home to die” (line 2). The lyrical I speaks about the war and about the death. It feels sorry for all the dead soldiers and about these who won a battle but lost the war. It seems like there is no winner in the war. I guess the poem was written after World War 1 or after World War 2. The author seems very glad to be one of the men who survived.  He is shining with gratitude and that’s the reason because I think he was one of the soldiers. The first line “we didn’t see our dead” supports this impression.
The second two lines of each stanza paint a different picture maybe an image of vacuity and despair: “out there / in the clean war, the war in the air” (lines 3-4), “in the relative wind” (line 7), “to the stars” (line 12), and “in the empty air” (line 16). All this images are kind of something which is hard to describe and to define because it never ends. It is similar to the war, because it is too horrible to describe detailed. During war there is no sureness and the normal human values don’t count anymore. There is also compare between the soldiers who died on the battlefield with all the blood, the bodies and the dramatic art. On the other side the soldiers who died in the air (“The War in the air”) and struggled by themselves and there is only blankness and nobody has seen or heard something. This blankness is maybe another proof for the despair which the author wanted to crush with this poem. The soldiers that survived the “The War in the air” didn’t see their fallen comrades and all the violence and explosions and they didn’t see the eyes and the harm of their enemies.
Maybe the “clean war”, (line 4) it “the war in the air” and maybe the author thinks it is easier to handle all these horrible impressions if you were in the “clean war”.
In the last stanza the author writes about the “good war” and to win a war. I think about the question if you really can win a war without death and violence? And when life is lost, what is won?


Information about author

Howard Nemerov was born in year 1920 in New York City and he died in year 1991. His parents were very wealthy and they had a store on the fifth avenue in the center of New York. He went to the Harvard
University and got many awards for his work in literature and lyric.
During the World War 2 he was a pilot of the United States Army Air Forces and also of the Royal Canadian Air Force. After the war he was a teacher for literature at many different colleges.
He wrote many poems about the war and violence and he tried represent these issues with a kind or comic.


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