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KILLED PIAVE-JULY 8-1918 by ERNEST HEMINGWAY

Poet Analysis

First Line: DESIRE AND / ALL THE SWEET PULSING ACHES
Last Line: On my hot-swollen, throbbing soul
Subject(s): WORLD WAR I - CASUALTIES;

Desire and
All the sweet pulsing aches
And gentle hurtings
That were you,
Are gone into the sullen dark.
Now in the night you come unsmiling
To lie with me
A dull, cold, rigid bayonet
On my hot-swollen, throbbing sou




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