Psychological Warfare (Henry Reed Poems)
This above all remember: they will be very brave men,And you will be facing them. You must not despise them.I ...
This above all remember: they will be very brave men,And you will be facing them. You must not despise them.I ...
While You, dread Sir, whom partial Heav'n denies,The fruitful Vineyard and Cis--Alpine Skies,O'er frozen Heights and chilling Desarts stray,Far from ...
I tread the vast deserted stageWhereon the Caesars lived and died;The relics of Rome's golden ageLie strewn about me far ...
Now, in this time, I have seen the living faceBleached of its blood, gray, and strange things doneIn the name ...
It was sudden.That slightly heaving hotel, from a folder,was there one instant: through the glass a bloodorange balljust diving, a ...
A desolate shore,The sinister seduction of the Moon,The menace of the irreclaimable Sea.Flaunting, tawdry and grim,From cloud to cloud along ...
THERE was a lion in JudahWhich whelped, and was Mark.But winged.A lion with wings.At least at Venice.Even as late as ...
Today I saw the shop-girl goDown gay Broadway to meet her beau.Conspicuous, splendid, conscious, sweet,She spread abroad and took the ...
FIG-TREES, weird fig-treesMade of thick smooth silver,Made of sweet, untarnished silver in the sea-southern air--I say untarnished, but I mean ...
I The coltish horseplay of the locker room, Moist with the steam of the tiled shower stalls, With shameless blends ...
"A man more kindly, in his careless way, Than many who profess a higher creed; Whose fickle love might ...
I.ON the high road travelling steady,Sure, alert, and ever ready,Prompt to seize all fit occasion,Courting power and wealth and station;One ...
WATCHING through the long, dim hours Like statued Mithras, stand ironic towers; Their haughty lines severe by light Are softened ...
There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the ...
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit- man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with ...
A man is bringing a cup of coffee to his face, tilting it to his mouth. It's historical, he thinks. ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
Tired and unhappy, you think of houses Soft-carpeted and warm in the December evening, While snow's white pieces fall past ...
Good-by to you whom I shall see tomorrow, Next year and when I'm fifty; still good-by. This is the leave ...
It is conceit that kills us and makes us cowards instead of gods. Under the great Command: Know thy self, ...
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