And when the war is done and youth stone dead/ I'd toddle safely home and die - in bed. |
His most rational response to my attempts at drawing him out about literature and art was 'I adore italics, don't you?' |
In me the tiger sniffs the rose. |
Man,it seemed,had been created to jab the life out of Germans. |
Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land, drawing no dividend from time's tomorrows. |
Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin they think of firelit homes, clean beds, and wives |
Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin they think of firelit homes, clean beds, and wives |
The song was wordless;/ The singing will never be done. |