By Alan Dugan
Because of the unaccountable spirit of the troops
oh we were marched as we were never marched before…
oh we were marched as we were never marched before…
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- By Alan DuganHe smelled bad and was red-eyed with the miseries
of being scared while sleepless when he said
this:… - By Wallace StevensLife contracts and death is expected,
As in a season of autumn.
The soldier falls.
He does not become… - By Reginald GibbonsA last formality is
running late, as a life can't,
this hot day. The final
ethereal glow of
the sun … - By Yusef KomunyakaaMy black face fades,
hiding inside the black granite.
I said I wouldn't
dammit: No tears.
I'm stone… - By Rupert BrookeIf I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever… - By G. K. ChestertonThe hucksters haggle in the mart
The cars and carts go by;
Senates and schools go droning on;
For dead… - By Rupert BrookeBlow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead!
There’s none of these so lonely and poor of old,
But, dying… - By Rupert BrookeNow, God be thanked who has matched us with his hour,
And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping… - By Rupert BrookeDear! of all happy in the hour, most blest
He who has found our hid security,
Assured in the dark tides… - By Rupert BrookeThese hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
The… - By Charlotte MewNot yet will those measureless fields be green again
Where only yesterday the wild sweet blood of wonderful… - By Wisława SzymborskaAfter every war
someone has to clean up.
Things won’t
straighten themselves up, after all.
Someone … - By Gregory Orr1
After our march from the Hudson to the top
of Cemetery Hill, we Boy Scouts proudly endured
the sermons… - By James Doylemarches in uniform down the traffic stripe
at the center of the street, counts time
to the unseen web… - By James L. DickeyThe last time I saw Donald Armstrong
He was staggering oddly off into the sun,
Going down, off the… - By John Greenleaf WhittierUp from the meadows rich with corn,
Clear in the cool September morn,
The clustered spires of Frederick… - By Louis SimpsonI dreamed that in a city dark as Paris
I stood alone in a deserted square.
The night was trembling… - By Herman MelvilleSkimming lightly, wheeling still,
The swallows fly low
Over the field in clouded days,
The forest-… - By Louis SimpsonTrees in the old days used to stand
And shape a shady lane
Where lovers wandered hand in hand
Who came…