Signals (Gilbert Frankau Poems)
The hot wax drips from the flares On the scrawled pink forms that litter The bench where he sits; the glitterOf stars ...
The hot wax drips from the flares On the scrawled pink forms that litter The bench where he sits; the glitterOf stars ...
Soldat Jacques Bonhomme LoquiturSee you that stretch of shell-torn mud spotted with pools of mire,Crossed by a burst abandoned trench and ...
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