One of my favorite poems and an influence on a number of my paintings:
Strange Victory
To this, to this, after my hope was lost,
To this strange victory;
To find you with the living, not the dead,
To find you glad of me;
To find you wounded even less than I,
Moving as I across the stricken plain;
After the battle to have found your voice
Lifted above the slain.
— Sara Teasdale

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