By Alan Dugan
Because of the unaccountable spirit of the troops 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 has...
- 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 Philippine...
- 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 with...
- By Herman MelvilleSkimming lightly, wheeling still, The swallows fly low Over the field in clouded days, The forest-field...
- By Louis SimpsonTrees in the old days used to stand And shape a shady lane Where lovers wandered hand in hand Who came...