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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
  • Two Hundred Years After
    Trudging by Corbie Ridge one winter's night,
    (Unless old hearsay memories tricked his sight)
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • The Rear-Guard
    Groping along the tunnel, step by step,
    He winked his prying torch with patching glare
    25 lines, 2 comments
  • 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
  • Died Of Wounds
    His wet white face and miserable eyes 
    Brought nurses to him more than groans and sighs: 
    13 lines
  • In Me, Past, Present, Future meet
    In me, past, present, future meet
    To hold long chiding conference.
    12 lines
  • Counter-Attack
    We’d gained our first objective hours before
    While dawn broke like a face with blinking eyes,
    41 lines
  • Remorse
    Lost in the swamp and welter of the pit,
    He flounders off the duck-boards; only he knows
    14 lines
  • The Poet As Hero
    You've heard me, scornful, harsh, and discontented,
    Mocking and loathing War: you've asked me why
    15 lines
  • Ancient History
    Adam, a brown old vulture in the rain,
    Shivered below his wind-whipped olive-trees;
    14 lines
  • The Death-Bed
    He drowsed and was aware of silence heaped
    Round him, unshaken as the steadfast walls;
    42 lines
  • The Dragon And The Undying
    All night the flares go up; the Dragon sings
    And beats upon the dark with furious wings;
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Attack
    AT dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun
    In the wild purple of the glow'ring sun,
    13 lines
  • The Redeemer
    Darkness: the rain sluiced down; the mire was deep;
    It was past twelve on a mid-winter night,
    36 lines
  • I Stood With The Dead
    I Stood with the Dead, so forsaken and still:
    When dawn was grey I stood with the Dead.
    13 lines
  • Haunted
    Evening was in the wood, louring with storm.
    A time of drought had sucked the weedy pool
    43 lines
  • Bombardment
    Four days the earth was rent and torn
    By bursting steel,
    15 lines
  • Thrushes
    Tossed on the glittering air they soar and skim,
    Whose voices make the emptiness of light
    10 lines
  • Reconciliation
    When you are standing at your hero’s grave,
    Or near some homeless village where he died,
    8 lines
  • To Victory
    Return to greet me, colours that were my joy,
    Not in the woeful crimson of men slain,
    16 lines
  • A Letter Home
    (To Robert Graves)
        I
    86 lines, 2 comments
  • Battalion-Relief
    ‘FALL in! Now get a move on.’ (Curse the rain.)
    We splash away along the straggling village,
    23 lines
  • Wirers
    ‘Pass it along, the wiring party’s going out’—
    And yawning sentries mumble, ‘Wirers going out.’
    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
  • Trench Duty
    Shaken from sleep, and numbed and scarce awake,
    Out in the trench with three hours’ watch to take,
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Together
    Splashing along the boggy woods all day,
    And over brambled hedge and holding clay,
    14 lines
  • 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
  • Their Frailty
    He's got a Blighty wound. He’s safe; and then
    War’s fine and bold and bright.
    14 lines
  • Sick Leave
    When I’m asleep, dreaming and lulled and warm,—
    They come, the homeless ones, the noiseless dead.
    13 lines
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