I Have a Rendezvous With Death

Alan Seeger1888 - 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.



I heard this poem for the first time last week. It was featured on an episode of Jocko Podcast hosted by Jocko Willink. I’m sharing this for many reasons. The first of which is that it’s a damn good piece. Secondly, it made an impression on me. Thirdly, listen to Jocko’s podcast. He shares some solid knowledge on there.

While the author wrote this concerning his expectations of battle(s) to come, it spoke to me and my battle with depression. I have yet to write about that particular demon, but it will creep out here and there.

Anyway, that’s all. I really wanted to put this out there.

Author: P. Castle

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