Реферат: Additional Poems By Joseph Freeman Essay Research

Once more the bloodsoaked earth roars with the tramp

Of armies thundering across the plain.

And now again the long eternal rain

Shall drum in darkness taps upon the damp

Cracked bodies, or the yellow lonely lamp

Of night glow on the entrails of the slain.

And we who once awoke from the slow dream

Of peace and childhood to behold the sky

Broken asunder by the flaming steel

Of shells whose death came with a monstrous scream,

Shall this time, having lived, know how to die,

Rifle in hand, to make a just dream real.

New York

December 1931