Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO A NINE-INCH GUN, by ANONYMOUS First Line: Whether your shell hits the target or not Last Line: Seek bread to fill their mouths again Subject(s): Arms & Armor;guns;krupp (industrial Conglomerate);murder;war | ||||||||
Whether your shell hits the target or not, Your cost is Five Hundred Dollars a Shot. You thing of noise and flame and power, We feed you a hundred barrels of flour Each time you roar. Your flame is fed With twenty thousand loaves of bread. Silence! A million hungry men Seek bread to fill their mouths again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I AM YOUR WAITER TONIGHT AND MY NAME IS DIMITRI by ROBERT HASS MITRAILLIATRICE by ERNEST HEMINGWAY RIPARTO D'ASSALTO by ERNEST HEMINGWAY WAR VOYEURS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA THE DREAM OF WAKING by RANDALL JARRELL THE SURVIVOR AMONG GRAVES by RANDALL JARRELL SO MANY BLOOD-LAKES by ROBINSON JEFFERS TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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