All I ask is to be held above the barren wastes of want.
Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.
If I have to be a soldier I must be a good one, anything else is unthinkable
After all my years of playing soldiers, and then of reading History, I have almost a mania to be in the East, to see fighting, and to serve.
All a poet can do today is warn.
I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears; and caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts; and buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts; and rusted every bayonet with His tears.