All The Poet Can Do

All The Poet Can Do Today Is Warn. That Is Why True Poets Must Be Truthful.

Never Fear: Thank Home, And Poetry, And The Force Behind Both.

As Bronze May Be Much Beautified By Lying In The Dark Damp Soil, So Men Who Fade In Dust Of Warfare Fade Fairer, And Sorrow Blooms Their Soul.

What Passing-bells For These Who Die As Cattle? Only The Monstrous Anger Of The Guns.

Those Who, Like The Beasts, Have No Such Hope, Pass Their Old Age Shrouded With An Inward Gloom.