#AmericanWriters #Epigram
I like Canadians. They are so unlike Americans. They go home at night. Their cigarettes don’t smell bad. Their hats fit.
In the rain in the rain in the rai… Does it rain in Spain? Oh yes my dear on the contrary and… The dancers dance in long white pa… It isn’t right to yence your aunts
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall… want him for long.
They sucked us in; King and country, Christ Almighty And the rest. Patriotism,
Men went happily to death But they were not the men Who marched For years Up to the line.
There are never any suicides in th… No successful suicides. A Chinese boy kills himself and i… (they continue to place his mail i… A Norwegian boy kills himself and…
I’m off’n wild wimmen An Cognac An Sinnin’ For I’m in loOOOOOOOve.
Drummed their boots on the camion… Hob—nailed boots on the camion flo… Sergeants stiff, Corporals sore. Lieutenant thought of a Mestre wh…
Soldiers never do die well; Crosses mark the places— Wooden crosses where they fell, Stuck above their faces. Soldiers pitch and cough and twitc…
If my Valentine you won’t be, I’ll hang myself on your Christma…
Some came in chains Unrepentant but tired. Too tired but to stumble. Thinking and hating were finished Thinking and fighting were finishe…
Desire and All the sweet pulsing aches And gentle hurtings That were you, Are gone into the sullen dark.
The age demanded that we sing And cut away our tongue. The age demanded that we flow And hammered in the bung. The age demanded that we dance
Workingmen believed He busted trusts, And put his picture in their windo… 'What he’d have done in France!' They said.