Mental Cases Who are these？ Why sit they here in twilight？ Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows, Drooping tongues from jaws that slob their relish...
Parable of the Old Men and the Young So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went, And took the fire with him, and a knife. And as they sojourned both ...
Arms and the Boy Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood； Blue with all malice, like a madman's ...
Anthem for Doomed Youth What passing-bells for these who die as cattle？ Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid ra...
The Send-off Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way To the siding-shed, And lined the train with faces grimly gay. Their breasts were stu...
Insensibility I Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold. Whom no compassion fleers Or makes their feet Sore on the a...
II And some cease feeling Even themselves or for themselves. Dullness best solves The tease and doubt of shelling, And Chance's strange arithmetic...
III Happy are these who lose imagination： They have enough to carry with ammunition. Their spirit drags no pack. Their old wounds save with cold can n...
IV Happy the soldier home, with not a notion How somewhere, every dawn, some men attack, And many sighs are drained. Happy the lad whose mind was neve...
V We wise, who with a thought besmirch Blood over all our soul, How should we see our task But through his blunt and lashless eyes？ Alive, he is not v...