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CAMPUS SONNET: RETURN - 1917, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: I was just aiming at the jagged hole
Last Line: "I dreamed I . . . Am I . . . Wounded? ""you are dead."
Subject(s): Universities & Colleges; World War I; First World War


"The College will reopen Sept. --." 'Catalogue'.


I was just aiming at the jagged hole
Torn in the yellow sandbags of their trench,
When something threw me sideways with a wrench,
And the skies seemed to shrivel like a scroll
And disappear . . . and propped against the bole
Of a big elm I lay, and watched the clouds
Float through the blue, deep sky in speckless crowds,
And I was clean again, and young, and whole.

Lord, what a dream that was! And what a doze
Waiting for Bill to come along to class!
I've cut it now -- and he -- Oh, hello, Fred!
Why, what's the matter? -- here -- don't be an ass,
Sit down and tell me! -- What do you suppose?
I dreamed I . . . AM I . . . wounded? "YOU ARE DEAD."








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