Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky
And the affrighted steed ran on alone,
Do not weep.
War is kind.
Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment,
Little souls who thirst for fight,
These men were born to drill and die.
The unexplained glory flies above them.
Great is the battle-god, great, and his kingdom--
A field where a thousand corpses lie.
Do not weep, babe, for war is kind.
Because your father tumbles in the yellow trenches,
Raged at his breast, gulped and died,
Do not weep.
War is kind.
Swift blazing flag of the regiment,
Eagle with crest of red and gold,
These men were born to drill and die.
Point for them the virtue of slaughter,
Make plain to them the excellence of killing
And a field where a thousand corpses lie.
Mother whose heart hung humble as a button
On the bright splendid shroud of your son,
Do not weep.
War is kind!
Paraphrasing:
War is kind
Do not cry, woman, because war is kind
Because your lover threw his hands to the sky
And the frightened horse ran away alone
Do not cry.
War is kind.
Rough, booming drums of the regiment,
Young men who desire for war,
They were born to run their drills then go to battle and die.
They are inexplicably glorified for their fight,
Great is the battle god, great, and his kingdom
A field where a thousand dead bodies lie.
Do not cry, child, because war is kind.
Because your dad drove into the trenches,
beaten by war he died,
Do not cry,
War is kind.
Flying flag of there troop,
With red and gold crest,
These men were born to fight and die.
Commend them for they are going to kill others,
Show them how excellent it is that they are killing,
and their splendors a field of a thousand corpses.
Mother whose heart is heaving with mourning,
On the great deeds of your son,
Do not cry,
War is kind!
Initial Reaction:
This poem is satirical, but blunt. It changes the tone of war from a somber, heavy one to a light and joyous one. Telling the wives and children of lost soldiers not to cry, for the murder and death that ensues during war is a great thing. It's an honor to die and excellent to kill. Don't cry, because the loss of a loved one in war is a good thing, is essentially what the poem is saying.
SWIFTT:
Crane repeats the odd phrase “war is kind” in many stanzas to further satirize the hostile entity. Crane uses long sentences in the poem, which is also somewhat lengthy itself. Crane uses war-time imagery, “Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment…” to show the gruesomeness of war. The “eagle with crest of red and gold” is a symbol of America in the war. The young men fight for this symbol and for the freedom of America, but the men think that they have no choice in the war. There is no usage of simile or metaphor. However, there is an allusion to both Lucifer and Ares, the god of the underworld and the god of battle: “Great is the battle-god, great, and his kingdom-- A field where a thousand corpses lie.” There is irony in which war is seemingly glorified, however Crane goes on to explain that war is a pointless battle in which men are killed for something they feel forced into. Crane uses alliteration in the line, "heart hung humble." The tone of this song is bitter and sarcastic. Men go into the military thinking it is their obligation; their deaths are predetermined. The theme of “War is Kind” is glorification of death at war and outrage about Crane’s world. War in fact isn't kind at all. Man is at the mercy of fate and does not have a choice in the matter.
Conclusion:
Further analysis of the poems shows that Crane's satirizing of war is truly bitter. He is so angry with war that he juxtaposes it against words and situations that show how truly horrid it is.