Images of War a book of Poems
Images of War a book of Poems
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Here are bundles from Somerset, from Wales, from Hereford, Wor- cester, Gloucester — names we must love, scented with summer peace.
Handle them bravely, meadow-sweet, sorrel, lush flag and arid knap-weed, flowers of marsh and clifF, handle them bravely!
Dear crushed flowers ! And you, yet fragrant grasses, I stoop and kiss you furtively.
Dear gentle perished sisters, speak, whisper once more, tell me next June again you will dance and whisper in the wind.
H OUR HANDS I AM GRIEVED for our hands,... our hands that have caressed roses and women's flesh, old lovely books and marbles of Carrara. I am grieved for our hands that were so reverent in beauty's service, so glad of beauty of tressed hair and silken robe and gentle fingers, so glad of beauty of bronze and wood and stone and rustling parchment. So glad, so reverent, so white.
I am grieved for our hands . . .
15 IN THE TRENCHES I NOT THAT WE are weary, Not that we fear, Not that we are lonely Though never alone — Not these, not these destroy us; But that each rush and crash Of mortar and shell, Each cruel bitter shriek of bullet That tears the wind like a blade.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Here are bundles from Somerset, from Wales, from Hereford, Wor- cester, Gloucester — names we must love, scented with summer peace.
Handle them bravely, meadow-sweet, sorrel, lush flag and arid knap-weed, flowers of marsh and clifF, handle them bravely!
Dear crushed flowers ! And you, yet fragrant grasses, I stoop and kiss you furtively.
Dear gentle perished sisters, speak, whisper once more, tell me next June again you will dance and whisper in the wind.
H OUR HANDS I AM GRIEVED for our hands,... our hands that have caressed roses and women's flesh, old lovely books and marbles of Carrara. I am grieved for our hands that were so reverent in beauty's service, so glad of beauty of tressed hair and silken robe and gentle fingers, so glad of beauty of bronze and wood and stone and rustling parchment. So glad, so reverent, so white.
I am grieved for our hands . . .
15 IN THE TRENCHES I NOT THAT WE are weary, Not that we fear, Not that we are lonely Though never alone — Not these, not these destroy us; But that each rush and crash Of mortar and shell, Each cruel bitter shriek of bullet That tears the wind like a blade.
What to read after Images of War a book of Poems?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Aldington Richard to read onlineMoreLess
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