"I cannot quite remember.... There were five Dropt dead beside me in the trench -- and three Whispered their dying messages to me...." Back from the trenches, more dead than alive, Stone-deaf and dazed, and with a broken knee, He hobbled slowly, muttering vacantly: "I cannot quite remember.... There were five Dropt dead beside me in the trench, and three Whispered their dying messages to me.... "Their friends are waiting, wondering how they thrive -- Waiting a word in silence patiently.... But what they said, or who their friends may be "I cannot quite remember.... There were five Dropt dead beside me in the trench, -- and three Whispered their dying messages to me...." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 2 by JAMES JOYCE TO THE RETURNED GIRLS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS CHAMBER THICKET by SHARON OLDS CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MOMENT by HAYDEN CARRUTH A PECK OF GOLD by ROBERT FROST THE FLAME LIGHTS UP by DAVID IGNATOW ONE OF THE LEAST OF THESE, MY LITTLE ONE' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |