Before Battle (Martin Armstrong Poems)
Here on the blind verge of infinityWe live ard move like moles. Our crumbling trenchGapes like a long wound in ...
Here on the blind verge of infinityWe live ard move like moles. Our crumbling trenchGapes like a long wound in ...
Soldat Jacques Bonhomme LoquiturSee you that stretch of shell-torn mud spotted with pools of mire,Crossed by a burst abandoned trench and ...
You who have seen across the star-decked skiesThe long white arms of searchlights slowly sweepHave you imagined what it is ...
I.Before those golden altar-lights we stood, Each one of us remembering his own dead.A more than earthly beauty seemed to ...
All through the night and in the next day's lightThe endless columns came. Here was Defeat.The men marched doggedly, and ...
The General came in a new tin hatTo the shell-torn front where the war was at;With a faithful Aide at ...
World war had come - and gone. It seemed the end. Spent, broken, by the last despair oppressed,Unfitted to ...
Where rest the dead for England? . . .In fields of France afar,And shell-torn plains of Flanders,Once loud with England's ...
When you and I are buriedWith grasses over head,The memory of our fights will standAbove this bare and tortured land,We ...
The great air birds go swiftly by,Pinions of bloom and death;And armies counter on shell-torn plainsAnd strive, for a little ...
Oh the airman's game is a showman's game, for we all of us watch him go With his roaring soaring ...
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