War and Love/On the March
ON THE MARCH
Bright berries on the roadside,Clear among your dusty leaves,Red, mottled berries,You are as beautifulAs the points of a girl's breasts;You are as firm and fresh …
Beauty of the morning sunAmong the red berriesOf early September,You tear at my breast,Your light crushes meWith memory of freedom lostAnd warm hours blotted out.
I will throw away rifle and leather belt,Straps, khaki and heavy nailed boots,And run naked across the dewy grassAmong the firm red berries!I will be freeAnd sing of beauty and the women of Hellas,Of rent seas and the peace of olive gardens,Of these rough meadows,Of the keen welcome smell of London mud!I will be free …
Party—HALT!