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Book: Counter-Attack

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  • The Dreamers
    Soldiers are citizens of death's gray land,
    Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows.
    14 lines
  • Suicide In The Trenches
    I knew a simple soldier boy
    Who grinned at life in empty joy,
    13 lines, 12 comments
  • Song-Books Of The War
    In fifty years, when peace outshines
    Remembrance of the battle lines,
    24 lines, 7 comments
  • The Dream
    I
    Moonlight and dew-drenched blossom, and the scent
    45 lines
  • The Rear-Guard
    Groping along the tunnel, step by step,
    He winked his prying torch with patching glare
    25 lines, 2 comments
  • Invocation
    Come down from heaven to meet me when my breath
    Chokes, and through drumming shafts of stifling death
    17 lines
  • Base Details
    If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath
    I'd live with scarlet Majors at the Base,
    10 lines, 1 comment
  • Sick Leave
    When I’m asleep, dreaming and lulled and warm,—
    They come, the homeless ones, the noiseless dead.
    13 lines
  • In Me, Past, Present, Future meet
    In me, past, present, future meet
    To hold long chiding conference.
    12 lines
  • The General
    ‘Good-morning; good-morning!’ the General said 
    When we met him last week on our way to the line. 
    7 lines, 2 comments
  • Counter-Attack
    We’d gained our first objective hours before
    While dawn broke like a face with blinking eyes,
    41 lines
  • Autumn
    October's bellowing anger breaks and cleaves
    The bronzed battalions of the stricken wood
    9 lines
  • How To Die
    Dark clouds are smouldering into red 
      While down the craters morning burns. 
    16 lines
  • Lamentations
    I found him in the guard-room at the Base.
    From the blind darkness I had heard his crying
    10 lines
  • Glory Of Women
    You love us when we're heroes, home on leave,
    Or wounded in a mentionable place.
    13 lines, 2 comments
  • In Barracks
    The barrack-square, washed clean with rain,
    Shines wet and wintry-grey and cold.
    17 lines
  • Remorse
    Lost in the swamp and welter of the pit,
    He flounders off the duck-boards; only he knows
    14 lines
  • The Fathers
    Snug at the club two fathers sat,
    Gross, goggle-eyed, and full of chat.
    15 lines
  • Does It Matter?
    Does it matter?-losing your legs?
    For people will always be kind,
    14 lines
  • Break Of Day
    There seemed a smell of autumn in the air 
    At the bleak end of night; he shivered there 
    62 lines
  • Attack
    AT dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun
    In the wild purple of the glow'ring sun,
    13 lines
  • Survivors
    No doubt they’ll soon get well; the shock and strain
    Have caused their stammering, disconnected talk.
    11 lines, 4 comments
  • Bombardment
    Four days the earth was rent and torn
    By bursting steel,
    15 lines
  • Repression Of War Experience
    Now light the candles; one; two; there’s a moth; 
    What silly beggars they are to blunder in 
    41 lines, 1 comment
  • Thrushes
    Tossed on the glittering air they soar and skim,
    Whose voices make the emptiness of light
    10 lines
  • Joy-Bells
    Ring your sweet bells; but let them be farewells
    To the green-vista’d gladness of the past
    14 lines
  • Wirers
    ‘Pass it along, the wiring party’s going out’—
    And yawning sentries mumble, ‘Wirers going out.’
    15 lines
  • The Investiture
    GOD with a Roll of Honour in His hand
    Sits welcoming the heroes who have died,
    15 lines
  • Twelve Months After
    Hullo! here’s my platoon, the lot I had last year.
    ‘The war’ll be over soon.’
    15 lines, 1 comment
  • The Hawthorn Tree
    Not much to me is yonder lane
    Where I go every day;
    14 lines
  • Prelude: The Troops
    Dim, gradual thinning of the shapeless gloom
    Shudders to drizzling daybreak that reveals
    28 lines
  • Fight To A Finish
    The boys came back. Bands played and flags were flying, 
      And Yellow-Pressmen thronged the sunlit street 
    15 lines
  • Trench Duty
    Shaken from sleep, and numbed and scarce awake,
    Out in the trench with three hours’ watch to take,
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Editorial Impressions
    He seemed so certain ‘all was going well’,
    As he discussed the glorious time he’d had
    19 lines
  • Together
    Splashing along the boggy woods all day,
    And over brambled hedge and holding clay,
    14 lines
  • Dead Musicians
    From you, Beethoven, Bach, Mozart, 
      The substance of my dreams took fire. 
    36 lines, 1 comment
  • To Any Dead Officer
    Well, how are things in Heaven? I wish you’d say,
    Because I’d like to know that you’re all right.
    44 lines
  • Banishment
    I am banished from the patient men who fight
    They smote my heart to pity, built my pride.
    15 lines
  • Their Frailty
    He's got a Blighty wound. He’s safe; and then
    War’s fine and bold and bright.
    14 lines
  • The Effect
    ‘The effect of our bombardment was terrific.
    One man told me he had never seen so many dead before.’
    23 lines
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