#English #WarWriters
I’ve listened: and all the sounds… Were music,—wind, and stream, and… With youth who sang from hill to h… I’ve listened: my heart is hungry… I’ve looked: the morning world was…
‘Pass it along, the wiring party’s… And yawning sentries mumble, ‘Wir… Unravelling; twisting; hammering s… They toil with stealthy haste and… The Boche sends up a flare. Black…
In me, past, present, future meet To hold long chiding conference. My lusts usurp the present tense And strangle Reason in his seat. My loves leap through the future’s…
I am banished from the patient men… They smote my heart to pity, built… Shoulder to aching shoulder, side… They trudged away from life’s broa… Their wrongs were mine; and ever i…
Ring your sweet bells; but let the… To the green—vista’d gladness of t… That changed us into soldiers; swi… To a joyful chime; but let it be t… What means this metal in windy bel…
Who will remember, passing through… the unheroic dead who fed the guns… Who shall absolve the foulness of… Those doomed, conscripted, unvicto… Crudely renewed, the Salient hold…
Observe these blue solemnities of… Offering for the academes of after… A mythologic welkin freaked with w… Listen: one tiny tinkling rivulet Accentuates the super-sultry still…
The boys came back. Bands played… And Yellow—Pressmen thronged the… To cheer the soldiers who’d refrai… And hear the music of returning fe… ‘Of all the thrills and ardours W…
Splashing along the boggy woods al… And over brambled hedge and holdin… I shall not think of him: But when the watery fields grow br… And hounds have lost their fox, an…
I keep such music in my brain No din this side of death can quel… Glory exulting over pain, And beauty, garlanded in hell. My dreaming spirit will not heed
Adam, a brown old vulture in the r… Shivered below his wind—whipped ol… Huddling sharp chin on scarred and… He moaned and mumbled to his darke… ‘He was the grandest of them all w…
In fifty years, when peace outshin… Remembrance of the battle lines, Adventurous lads will sigh and cas… Proud looks upon the plundered pas… On summer morn or winter’s night,
I Stood with the Dead, so forsake… When dawn was grey I stood with t… And my slow heart said, ‘You must… ’Soldier, soldier, morning is red’… On the shapes of the slain in thei…
His headstrong thoughts that once… Leapt sure from eye to brain and b… Weaving unconscious tapestries of… Are now thrust inward, dungeoned f… And he who has watched his world a…
Dim, gradual thinning of the shape… Shudders to drizzling daybreak tha… Disconsolate men who stamp their s… And turn dulled, sunken faces to t… Haggard and hopeless. They, who h…