Posted on 11/11/2001 2:29:20 AM PST by Clive
I am, thanks!
SONNET
On Seeing a Piece of Our Heavy Artillery Brought into Action
Be slowly lifted up, thou long black arm,
Great Gun towering towards Heaven, about to curse;
Sway steep against them, and for years rehearse
Huge imprecations like a blasting charm!
Reach at that Arrogance which needs thy harm,
And beat it down before its sins grow worse.
Spend our resentment, cannon, -- yea, disburse
Our gold in shapes of flame, our breaths in storm.
Yet, for men's sakes whom thy vast malison
Must wither innocent of enmity,
Be not withdrawn, dark arm, thy spoilure done,
Safe to the bosom of our prosperity.
But when thy spell be cast complete and whole,
May God curse thee, and cut thee from our soul!
The General
"Good morning! Good morning!" the General said
As we met him last week on our way to the Line.
Now the men that he smiled at are most of 'em dead
And we're cursing his staff for incompetent swine.
"He's a cheery old card," muttered Harry to Jack
As we slogged off to Arras with rifle and pack.
* * *
But he did for them both with his plan of attack.
-Siegfried Sassoon
(as I remember it. Apologies to Siggy and all round if I'm wrong).
I agree. I keep coming back to see what has been added.
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