The End After the blast of lightning from the east, The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot throne, After the drums of time have rolled and ceased An...
Disabled He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark, And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey, Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park Voices ...
Wild with all Regrets （Another version of "A Terre".） To Siegfried Sassoon My arms have mutinied against me —— brutes！ My finger...
A Terre （Being the philosophy of many Soldiers.） Sit on the bed； I'm blind, and three parts shell, Be careful； can't shake hands now； never sh...
Conscious His fingers wake, and flutter up the bed. His eyes come open with a pull of will, Helped by the yellow may-flowers by his head. A blind-cord...
Smile, Smile, Smile Head to limp head, the sunk-eyed wounded scanned Yesterday's Mail； the casualties （typed small） And （large） Vast Booty from ou...
Futility Move him into the sun —— Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown. Always it woke him, even in Franc...
The Chances I mind as 'ow the night afore that show Us five got talking, —— we was in the know, "Over the top to-morrer； boys, we...
II Pale flakes with lingering stealth come feeling for our faces ——We cringe in holes, back on forgotten dreams, and stare, snow-dazed, De...
Exposure I Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us . . . Wearied we keep awake because the night is silent . . . Low drooping ...