All theological lore is becoming distasteful to me.
I find purer philosophy in a Poem than in a Conclusion of Geometry, a chemical analysis, or a physical law
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest to children ardent for some desperate glory. The old lie: It is sweet and fitting that you should die for your country.
And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.
All the poet can do today is warn. That is why true Poets must be truthful.
The war affects me less than it ought. But I can do no service to anybody by agitating for news or making dole over the slaughter.