| (Composed for the grave of Louis MacNiece) |
. . . So
From the pneumonia of the ditch, from the ague
Of the blind poet and the bombed-out town you bring
The all-clear to the empty holes of spring,
Rinsing the choked mud, keeping the colors new.
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for another poem on war, go to:
"Break of Day in the Trenches" by Isaac Rosenberg (http://www.oucs.ox.ac.uk/ltg/projects/jtap/rose/hyppoem.html).
(this is a link to Oxford University's Hypertext Page on this World War I Poem by Rosenberg.)