Poets, write your final
poems
Lovers, play your game ---
The leaves will fall for
different reasons
One of these autumns,
and none of the seasons
Will ever be quite the same.
Sparkling soldiers now
prepare
What they were born to do---
The death for which they
live their lives
They wish to share it
with their wives
Their children, and with you.
-- Brian Howard
(Published in Harper's
Magazine, March 1952)
Ouch. Ouch, ouch, ouch.
ReplyDeleteI know. A disquieting period, to say the least. I often find myself thinking about Lou Reed's refrain in "Heroin": "I guess that I just don't know." Curtis
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