Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WAR, by DONALD BYRON WILSON First Line: Screaming shells, whining lead Last Line: More is lost than can ever be won. Subject(s): Death; Trumpets; War; Dead, The | ||||||||
Screaming shells, whining lead, Bellowing mines, heaps of dead, Flags wave, trumpets blast, No quarter given, no quarter asked. Earth all torn, buildings rent, Life is gone, millions spent, Piles of wreckage, rivers of blood, Mangled bodies buried in mud. Death's grim shadow lurks overhead, Looking down on the dying and dead, What is the gain? There is none, More is lost than can ever be won. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND THE COUNTESS CATHLEEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |
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