Soldiers never do die well; Crosses mark the places, Wooden crosses where they fell; Stuck above their faces. Soldiers pitch and cough and twitch; | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASSUNPINK AND PRINCETON [JANUARY 3, 1777] by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH CHIQUITA by FRANCIS BRET HARTE ELEGY BEFORE DEATH by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY AUTUMN (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 11 by ALFRED TENNYSON |