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  • Arms And The Boy
    Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade
    How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood;
    12 lines, 6 comments
  • Futility
    Move him into the sun—
    Gently its touch awoke him once,
    14 lines, 6 comments
  • Exposure
    Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us…
    Wearied we keep awake because the night is silent…
    46 lines, 4 comments
  • Mental Cases
    Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight?
    Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows,
    31 lines, 4 comments
  • At A Calvary Near The Ancre
    One ever hangs where shelled roads part.
    In this war He too lost a limb,
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Apologia Pro Poemate Meo
    I, too, saw God through mud—
    The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled.
    44 lines, 8 comments
  • The Sentry
    We'd found an old Boche dug-out, and he knew,
    And gave us hell, for shell on frantic shell
    38 lines
  • Insensibility
    I
    Happy are men who yet before they are killed
    65 lines
  • Winter Song
    The browns, the olives, and the yellows died,
    And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed
    10 lines
  • The Young Soldier
    It is not death
    Without hereafter
    12 lines
  • Smile, Smile, Smile
    Head to limp head, the sunk-eyed wounded scanned
    Yesterday's Mail; the casualties (typed small)
    26 lines
  • The End
    After the blast of lightning from the east,
    The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot throne,
    14 lines
  • The Send-Off
    Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way
    To the siding-shed,
    24 lines, 1 comment
  • The Chances
    I mind as 'ow the night afore that show
    Us five got talking, -- we was in the know,
    18 lines, 1 comment
  • The Show
    My soul looked down from a vague height with Death,
    As unremembering how I rose or why,
    29 lines
  • The Wrestlers
    So neck to neck and obstinate knee to knee
    Wrestled those two; and peerless Heracles
    88 lines
  • But I Was Looking At The Permanent Stars
    Bugles sang, saddening the evening air,
    And bugles answered, sorrowful to hear.
    16 lines
  • Schoolmistress
    Schoolmistress
    Having, with bold Horatius, stamped her feet
    11 lines
  • The Roads Also
    The roads also have their wistful rest,
    When the weathercocks perch still and roost,
    20 lines
  • Spells And Incantations
    A vague pearl, a wan pearl
    You showed me once; I peered through far-gone winters
    26 lines
  • The Kind Ghosts
    She sleeps on soft, last breaths; but no ghost looms
    Out of the stillness of her palace wall,
    12 lines, 1 comment
  • Six O'clock In Princes Street
    In twos and threes, they have not far to roam,
    Crowds that thread eastward, gay of eyes;
    13 lines
  • Has Your Soul Sipped?
    Has your soul sipped
    Of the sweetness of all sweets?
    46 lines
  • Music
    I have been urged by earnest violins
    And drunk their mellow sorrows to the slake
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Training
    Not this week nor this month dare I lie down
    In languour under lime trees or smooth smile.
    9 lines
  • Happiness
    Ever again to breathe pure happiness,
    So happy that we gave away our toy?
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Miners
    There was a whispering in my hearth,
    A sigh of the coal.
    34 lines
  • Soldier's Dream
    I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears;
    And caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts;
    8 lines
  • Le Christianisme
    So the church Christ was hit and buried
    Under its rubbish and its rubble.
    8 lines, 1 comment
  • Inspection
    'You! What d'you mean by this?' I rapped.
    'You dare come on parade like this?'
    16 lines, 1 comment
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