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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MIDNIGHT: 1917, by MARY CRAIG SINCLAIR Poet's Biography
First Line: I drink my blood in secret grief, I weep
Last Line: When hate has loosed its hounds of hell and death!
Alternate Author Name(s): Sinclair, Upton, Mrs.
Subject(s): Grief; Hate; Social Protest; Soldiers; Soldiers' Writings; War; Sorrow; Sadness
First Line: I drink my blood in secret grief, I weep
Last Line: When hate has loosed its hounds of hell and death!
Alternate Author Name(s): Sinclair, Upton, Mrs.
Subject(s): Grief; Hate; Social Protest; Soldiers; Soldiers' Writings; War; Sorrow; Sadness
I drink my blood in secret grief, I weep,
I cry for truce, I dare not think for long
Of that which has befallen men. The wrong
Is too immense. I babble in my sleep
Of it. I try to think, to understand
And am engulfed in wild bewilderment,
And every frenzied thought is impotent
Against the awful thought of No-Man's Land!
And yet I do not die. I eat and drink,
I walk the earth, I wear a gown, I see
A rose; it is the same old world, I think.
But oh, it was not known before to me
How love and pity vanish as a breath
When Hate has loosed its hounds of Hell and Death!
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