VI But cursed are dullards whom no cannon stuns, That they should be as stones. Wretched are they, and mean With paucity that never was simplicity. By...
The Sentry We'd found an old Boche dug-out, and he knew, And gave us hell, for shell on frantic shell Hammered on top, but never quite burst throu...
The Dead-Beat He dropped, —— more sullenly than wearily, Lay stupid like a cod, heavy like meat, And none of us could kick him to his feet...
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 ...
II Pale flakes with lingering stealth come feeling for our faces ——We cringe in holes, back on forgotten dreams, and stare, snow-dazed, De...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...