I Have a Rendezvous With Death – Alan Seeger

Alan Seeger was born in New York City on June 22, 1888. After joining the French Foreign Legion in 1914, Seeger was killed in action in northern France on July 4, 1916. 


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.

Broken Bread

Over the last few weeks, I’ve been doing some reading, some thinking regarding the novel in progress. Prior to this mulling over of things, I had a conversation within the comments of a post about putting this entire novel out on a blog –a novel which I will publish on Amazon when it is complete. The commenter was very surprised that I was posting it for all to read; after all isn’t the idea to get everyone to buy the book? And the answer to that of course is, yes. Therefore, I’ve come to some conclusions.

I consider my compensation all of your lovely comments and feedback. In posting it here, I have worked out some issues with the story and I do consider all of you my beta readers for this project. I will finish the novel here for all of you to read. It would be rather rotten of me to stop now, with only the last loose threads to stitch up. However, little by little, I am going to begin deleting the older excerpts and eventually the page. By the time Breaking Bread is finished, there will be nothing left but crumbs. I am very appreciative of all your support and helpful comments. Thanks a million times over.

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