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“Absolution,” Siegfried Sassoon

Absolution The anguish of the earth absolves our eyes Till beauty shines in all that we can see. War is our scourge; yet war has made us wise, And, fighting for our freedom, we are free. Horror of wounds and … Continue reading

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“September, 1918,” Amy Lowell

September, 1918 This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight; The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves; The sidewalks shone like alleys of dropped maple leaves, And the houses ran along them laughing out of square, open … Continue reading

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“France,” Siegfried Sassoon

France She triumphs, in the vivid green Where sun and quivering foliage meet; And in each soldier’s heart serene; When death stood near them they have seen The radiant forests where her feet Move on a breeze of silver sheen. … Continue reading

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“To Victory,” Siegfried Sassoon

To Victory Return to greet me, colours that were my joy, Not in the woeful crimson of men slain, But shining as a garden; come with the streaming Banners of dawn and sundown after rain. I want to fill my … Continue reading

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“There Will Come Soft Rains,” Sara Teasdale

There Will Come Soft Rains There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will … Continue reading

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“Golgotha,” Siegfried Sassoon

Golgotha Through darkness curves a spume of falling flares That flood the field with shallow, blanching light. The huddled sentry stares On gloom at war with white, And white receding slow, submerged in gloom. Guns into mimic thunder burst and … Continue reading

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“When I’m among a Blaze of Lights,” Siegfried Sassoon

When I’m among a Blaze of Lights When I’m among a blaze of lights, With tawdry music and cigars And women dawdling through delights, And officers in cocktail bars, Sometimes I think of garden nights And elm trees nodding at … Continue reading

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“A Mystic as Soldier,” Siegfried Sassoon

A Mystic as Soldier I lived my days apart, Dreaming fair songs for God; By the glory in my heart Covered and crowned and shod. Now God is in the strife, And I must seek Him there, Where death outnumbers … Continue reading

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“The Kiss,” Siegfried Sassoon

The Kiss To these I turn, in these I trust– Brother Lead and Sister Steel. To his blind power I make appeal, I guard her beauty clean from rust. He spins and burns and loves the air, And splits a … Continue reading

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“Fratelli,” Giuseppe Ungaretti

Fratelli Mariano il 15 luglio 1916 Di che reggimento siete fratelli? Parola tremante nella notte Foglia appena nata Nell’aria spasimante involontaria rivolta dell’uomo presente alla sua fragilità Fratelli — Giuseppe Ungaretti

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