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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: The Death of the Scharnhorst and other Poems - -Author: Arch Alfred McKillen - -Release Date: February 19, 2021 [eBook #64594] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -Produced by: Curt Troutwine, Mary Glenn Krause, Chuck Greif and the Online - Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE DEATH OF THE SCHARNHORST AND -OTHER POEMS *** - - - - - THE DEATH OF - THE - SCHARNHORST - AND OTHER POEMS - - by - ARCH ALFRED McKILLEN - - [Illustration] - - VANTAGE PRESS, Inc. NEW YORK - - - Copyright, 1952, by Arch Alfred McKillen - - - _Manufactured in the United States of America_ - - - _To_ - L.R.D., EM 1/c, U. S. Navy - Killed in action, Pearl Harbor, T. H. - December 7, 1941 - - - _Smile a little, lad,_ - _For when you smile_ - _There is no sleep._ - _How can there then be Death?_ - - The Chicago _Sun_ has kindly granted permission to - reprint the poem “The Litany of Pearl Harbor,” - which it published on December 7, 1942, in - June Provines’ column - - - - -CONTENTS - - - _Page_ - -The Bird, the Lad and Me 1 - -The War in Spain 1 - -It Rains Tonight 2 - -While Drums Are Rolling 2 - -Apollo 3 - -Fountain of Loveliness 4 - -Highway Number 66 5 - -Dirge for the _Squalus_ 6 - -Echo Canyon 7 - -Fragment 8 - -We Hang upon a Scaffold 8 - -I Looked into Your Eyes 9 - -Of This Great Voiceless Love 9 - -I Would Have Brought You Fire 10 - -Too Much of Life 10 - -Lone Cello 11 - -Apocalypse 11 - -The Old Sea Wall 12 - -The Midnight Horseman 13 - -Lonely Heart 14 - -Dreams 15 - -The Bugles Called 15 - -Morning Guard 16 - -When Kilmer Wrote of Trees 17 - -Wild Geese 17 - -I Write to You in Red 18 - -’Tis Winter Now 18 - -Sonnet 19 - -The Tropic Dawn 20 - -Twilight 21 - -Echo 21 - -Star Course 22 - -Memorandum 23 - -The Litany of Pearl Harbor 23 - -We Were Waiting That Morning for Colors 26 - -The Motor Launch Crew 27 - -To the Garrison at Wake 28 - -Corregidor and Calvary 31 - -_When he and I had met_ 33 - -To the Marines 34 - -The Lads Who Go Below 35 - -The Road to High Wood 36 - -Night Watch 37 - -The Soldier and the Samovar 38 - -Nocturne 38 - -The Swing 39 - -Somewhere on Leave 40 - -The Sentry 41 - -I Watched Him in the Tournament 41 - -South Pacific 42 - -Deck-Ape 43 - -Sailor Boy 43 - -Avenge 44 - -The Crossing of the Rhine 45 - -The Ballad of the Dead Sailor 45 - -The Death of the _Scharnhorst_ 47 - -Little Boys and Little Dogs 53 - -_U.S.S. Oklahoma_ Returns to Her Crew 54 - -Night 56 - -For All Heroes 57 - -Foxhole 58 - -Bury Him 61 - - - - - _THE BIRD, THE LAD AND ME_ - - - The sky was touched with tints of morn, - A wind was in the trees, - I lay in bed awakened - By the murmur of the leaves. - - I listened to the chirping - Of the first-awakened bird, - And, his leather heels a-clicking, - Some lad off to work I heard. - - Then my thoughts to sleep returning - Wondered briefly, of us three, - What brave paths the fates have destined - For the bird, the lad and me. - - - - - _THE WAR IN SPAIN_ - - - The war in Spain is over - Yet victory does not smile - For all the lads are murdered - Who might have laughed awhile. - - And those who march triumphant - Are sadder than the dead - Because their hearts are shadowed, - Because their hands are red. - - The war in Spain is over, - Yet other trumpets sound - And call the world’s young manhood - To another battleground. - - - - - _IT RAINS TONIGHT_ - - - It rains tonight and wolf-winds howl. - His grave is not so deep, - But that the mournful Heavens - Upon his body weep; - They wet the mound of spaded earth - And through his coffin seep. - - It rains tonight and wolf-winds howl, - And beaten hangs the tree, - And comfortless in Death he lies - Who comforted should be, - The guy who lost - And killed himself, - And never spoke to me! - - - - - _WHILE DRUMS ARE ROLLING_ - - - Then you’ll go while drums are rolling, - And you’ll charge and make the bluff - That your heart is full of courage, - And you’ll curse the vilest stuff. - - And you’ll see a lot of fellows - That you’ve never seen before, - And they may all be twenty - Or one or two years more. - - And you’ll briefly talk together, - But of what you will not know. - There is so much that lads can say - When off to war they go. - - And you’ll see a lot of fellows - When the battle roar is done, - Though all are dead upon the field - And will not know it’s won. - - And the drums will roll on, rolling - Till some bullet finds your heart, - Then you’ll join the lads before you - And you’ll never have to part. - - - - - _APOLLO_ - - - Beautiful pagan, possess me! - Over thy body my fingers I race. - Hot on thy cheeks are my kisses, - Naked with thee in a lovers’ embrace. - - Passionate night, - And the scents from the orchard - Heavily here - In thy temple retreat. - - Moonlight and marble, - Where pillars and shadows - Cast thee in twilight, - - Beautiful statue, - Warm with the warmth - Of my body - Against thee, - - I quiver, - I clasp thee - And fall at thy feet! - - - - - _FOUNTAIN OF LOVELINESS_ - - - Fountain of loveliness, flowing - Deep in a wildwood of aspen and pine, - Swanlike forever upon thy calm surface - I drift in my nakedness, white in the sun. - - O plunge me beneath, - Where thy depths are the greenest, - Cover my heart, - And the secret it keeps! - - - - - _HIGHWAY NUMBER 66_ - - - We drove down the road - Like two bats out of Hell, - And before us the gates - At the rail crossing fell. - - But we crashed through the splinters - And over the tracks, - And the train whistled madly - And screamed at our backs. - - And we rode on in silence - With never a word, - And only the wind - And the motor were heard. - - For a lad lay a-dying - That both of us knew, - And over the hills - To his bedside we flew. - - He was dead when we got there, - And somehow I know - At that curve on the hill - With the valley below, - - Where the crossing is laid, - And that monster of steel, - Not my hand, but his - Was guiding the wheel. - - - - - _DIRGE FOR THE SQUALUS_ - - - We did not raise a submarine - From the ocean’s fathomed bed, - But twenty-six brave sailor lads - And all of them were dead. - We left them not beneath the sea; - We brought them sadly home, - To dedicate anew to Death, - Who nevermore shall roam. - - Then, trumpeter, be firm your lip, - What though the tears may fall, - For muffled drums in velvet beat - Beneath your trumpet’s call. - And there are hearts in other lads - That swell with sorrow, too. - It need not matter that those hearts - Are not in navy blue. - - And they who have escaped that tomb - Beneath the restless wave, - How deeply reverent they hold - The gift the dead men gave. - For twenty-six on them bestowed - The utmost they could give, - When twenty-six accepted death - That thirty-three might live. - - The passage doorway dogged and tight, - On either side two groups of men. - In one compartment, mad with fright, - The thirty-three who’ll live again. - And on the other, maddened, too, - The water rising swiftly, high, - The twenty-six who looked and knew - They were the ones who had to die. - - Then let some fitting tribute stand - When we from here are fled, - The living consecrated - By the consecrated dead! - - - - - _ECHO CANYON_ - - - We ride to Echo Canyon, - He rides with me tonight, - No moon above to guide us, - The stars alone are bright. - - The wind is in the sagebrush; - Somewhere a coyote calls; - The studded sky is briefly lit - As a flaming starlet falls. - - We draw the rein together, - He trembles as I pass - To turn the horses free to graze - In the wild September grass. - - And now I stretch beside him - Where he lies upon the ground, - And in all this lovely wilderness - We two alone are found. - - - - - _FRAGMENT_ - - - He wandered through the darkened streets of night, - His massive cape a-blown with every wind. - He passed the strumpets flirting near the lamps, - And bowed to one--the one most infamous. - Then down familiar avenues he strolled, - And met, as he was sure to meet them there, - The lads who knew these lanes where men were bold. - - How many a British soldier went to death - Beneath an Afric sun with some small gift, - A pocketknife inlaid with precious stones, - A case for cigarettes, or watch and chain, - Which had been given him by Oscar Wilde. - - - - - _WE HANG UPON A SCAFFOLD_ - - - We hang upon a scaffold, lad, - The skeleton within - Is all the horror of the world, - Of virtue and of sin. - - For he who knows no word of love, - Nor has his heart’s desire, - Must hang the same and die the same - As he who walks in fire. - - Then hang upon your scaffold, lad - The mob will pierce your side, - Yet cry your triumph and your pain, - For man is crucified. - - - - - _I LOOKED INTO YOUR EYES_ - - - I looked into your eyes and saw, - Or thought I saw, your love. - I tried to hide my own from you; - Not ever spoken of. - - Yet, there was something I could feel - Electrify the air - When both of us were quite alone - And no one else was there. - - And when at last I spoke my love, - And wanting yours for me, - I looked into your eyes and knew - Such love was not to be. - - - - - _OF THIS GREAT VOICELESS LOVE_ - - - Of this great voiceless love of mine for you - There is no word to your heart out of mine - That may go winging through the whispering night. - - Look only then for laughter in my letters - As I from day to day _The Fool_ rehearse. - And if one blushing phrase too boldly written - Inscribes too fervently that I am yours, - Believe it only penmanship and style, - Or the careless informality of friends. - - - - - _I WOULD HAVE BROUGHT YOU FIRE_ - - - I would have brought you fire for those nights - When you were cold and lonely and in doubt. - I would have brought you laughter for your tears - And given you new dreams to dream about. - - But look away, your eyes are much too bright, - And sorrow has lent beauty to your face, - And should I cast aside this cloak of years - And live forever after in disgrace-- - It is an old temptation sprung anew, - Yet must not be. - Ah, look at me and you shall see - I am, my love, as miserable as you! - - - - - _TOO MUCH OF LIFE_ - - - Too much of life we spend alone, - Too many thoughts are ours to share, - Too little love we call our own - Though multitudes of men are there. - - We’re strangers undetermined of - Where madness rules the lives of men, - Where he who dares design of love - Lives not to dare the deed again. - - Beware of love! Be lonely, lad. - There is no death that can compare - Where loving hearts are crucified, - And multitudes of men are there. - - - - - _LONE CELLO_ - - - Too much is incomplete. Let’s make an end - Of all the fond impossible dreams we’ve dreamed, - And when we part, - We were not meant to be - Too closely here companioned where the thorn - Of our red love transfixes joy’s brief crown. - The roses wither, time itself decays, - And log-lit embers fall to ashes when - The memory of the flame no longer glows. - - We rode to Echo Canyon and your smile - Ran naked through the chambers of my heart. - Now lonely cellos must out parting sing - As when some cool green afternoon lets fall - From one high branch a few wind-weary leaves. - We grow too old too suddenly. Farewell! - - - - - _APOCALYPSE_ - - - These are the seeds of the future, - The weary, the wretched, the slain. - These are the ghosts we shall harvest - In wars that shall come again. - - These are the fields we have furrowed, - The dreams that have fallen apart, - And this is the plow of our madness, - The fear that has entered the heart. - - Oh, how shall we welcome the reaper - When autumn shall fill the air, - When all the hope of the springtime - Is cut with the edge of despair? - - - - - _THE OLD SEA WALL_ - - - Oh, you who go hurrying, worrying by - With never a cry or a call, - Saw you a lad who was standing here - On the crest of the old sea wall? - - I saw him last night in the twilight - As the long low breakers rolled, - And across the bay in the chapel - An evening bell was tolled. - - And we looked at each other a moment - And then from each other we turned, - But I read in his eyes of a longing - That a merciless world had spurned. - - Oh, have you no answer to make me, - All you who go hastening past, - And though I am late will none tell me - Where he was standing last? - - Like a whisper I hear from the sea wall, - Where the waters are troubled below, - A murmur of wavelets complaining, - And the fate of the lad I know. - - Spin onward, old world, to your ending. - The hearts that you break and condemn - Will someday rise madly against you, - Reversing your judgment of them. - - - - - _THE MIDNIGHT HORSEMAN_ - - - Ten thousand trees in the forest stood - And watched me as I passed, - Ten thousand trees that did not breathe - The wind that rode as fast, - Ten thousand leaves on every tree - Immovably aghast! - - The road in the light of the moon was white, - The sky overhead was gray, - With a kind of a washed, half-tone effect - That took the night away, - Yet to right and left like the cloak of death - The deepest darkness lay. - - The steed’s quick breath his hooves beat out - And silvered all the air, - On, on we sped like a thing of dread; - We were a ghostly pair. - We passed the somber stricken wood; - We found no shelter there. - - I might have stayed and made pretense - That I was like the rest, - And laughed and drunk and sung their songs - As loudly as the best, - And never have given an answer to, - Not recognized my quest. - - Farewell, and onward! Piteous flight - That leaves all friends behind, - That hastes from old familiar scenes - Where love was young and kind. - Oh, petrified Sylvania, - Where shall I others find? - - - - - _LONELY HEART_ - - - Where do you wander far and afield, - Lonely heart? Lonely heart, where is your shield? - - Where are your rings and where is your purse? - Love is expensive. It’s cheaper to curse. - - Where are your garments? Look at your shoes. - Laughter or sorrow, which did you choose? - - Walking the streets, nights that are cold, - Men who are wretched, men who are bold. - - Rooms in the shadows, Love me tonight, - Love me and leave me before it grows bright. - - Don’t heed the sob of a heartbreak within. - Hold me, and kiss me and teach me to sin! - - Into the quicksand, hungry and dark, - Into the grotto, into the park, - Into the depths of the tomb, it is said, - Lovers have cast themselves, living and dead. - - Lonely heart, lonely heart, walking alone, - Friendless and frantic, and turning to stone! - - - - - _DREAMS_ - - - If you’ve a dream at heart, lad, - Some wilfull, noble plan, - Then cherish it within, lad, - And tell it to no man. - - To friend and foe alike be dumb - On what you plan to do, - And keep that secret chamber locked - Until the work is through. - - For I had dreams at heart, boy, - But talked them all away, - And now I needs must start, boy, - To dream anew today. - - - - - _THE BUGLES CALLED_ - - - We lay together, he and I, - Upon a little hill, - Beneath a tree that sheltered us, - As trees so often will. - - I touched his hand and felt him stir, - Expectancy of love! - And then my lips poured out my heart, - The things I told him of. - - But when his heart began to speak - The bugles called to war - And he arose and left me there. - I never saw him more. - - - - - _MORNING GUARD_ - - - Where the old road meets the new road - I stand the guard at morn, - Where one comes winding down the hill, - The other, through it torn. - - October’s friendly fingers dipped - In every mellow shade - Have touched the leaves on all the trees - That stand within the glade. - - In distant treetops I behold, - As I have seen in clouds, - The faces of my heroes - Or dead men in their shrouds. - - The marching columns pass me by, - All sailor lads in blue. - And some will wink, and some will smile, - The way young fellows do. - - And overhead the deepening sky - More bright and bluer flows, - While one lone fleecy, sheeplike cloud - Before the dog-wind goes. - - The restless leaves like pounding surf - Sound breakers through the trees. - I strip of all reality - And drown myself in these. - - - - - _WHEN KILMER WROTE OF TREES_ - - - When Kilmer wrote of trees he must have seen - The flowering catalpas all a-bloom, - And though about him guns spoke quick of death - And distant cannon thundered oaths of doom - He did not harken. What were all of these - To where beyond the trenches stood the trees? - - - - - _WILD GEESE_ - - - Geese in the night flying low, - I hear the beat of their wings. - I wish that I could know - If they are calling to me. - - Rain and a wintry wind - And trees that have shed their leaf. - If man at first had not sinned - Then Christ had not been born. - - - - - _I WRITE TO YOU IN RED_ - - - I write to you in red, though not in blood, - For scarlet all my memories are dyed - With deep imaginings of what the past, - The past, the past--the unforgotten gone. - Ah, what it might have been designed upon! - - I write to you in red because the flood - Of scarlet passion prisoned, long denied - Your love, yet in your bondage bonded fast, - Is freed to flow again, to stream, - And if it can, another love esteem. - - But all too long your chains upon my heart - Have left a scar which testifies me dead - To all frivolity. I have no part - With lightsome love. - I write to you in red! - - - - - _’TIS WINTER NOW_ - - - When spring again revisits earth, - And in the dark there comes a stirreth - Of seedlings bursting with the birth - Of summer’s future flowers, - Then will I sing you songs of love - And apple blossoms branched above - Shall know the dear devotion of - My poor poetic powers. - - But wait till then--’tis winter now. - My thoughts in solitude are claimed. - Yet every wind shall hear my vow - Repeated through the hours, - It’s you alone I love, - And unashamed. - - - - - _SONNET_ - - - Like solitary mountain peaks that list - And seem to sink in seas of restless grain - My love for you goes drowning through a mist - Of unrequited, unrecorded pain. - - Oh, while there’s breath of life and passion still, - While yet remains a warmth, a failing flame - Within the fallen fortress of my will, - Give me a moment of your love to claim. - - Come let me hold you close in hushed embrace - And crush you with the force of fierce desire, - Yet by that love no future plan to trace, - But just to love that moment to conspire. - - I will not chain you, though enchained by thee; - The memory of your love will prison me. - - - - - _THE TROPIC DAWN_ - - - The tropic dawn is beautiful at sea, - The clouds respond so readily to light. - Though overhead the stars continue bright - And scattered like a broken string of beads, - The eastward doors of night are opened wide - And light floods all the ocean floor inside. - - The sun gets up, a painter out of bed, - To work again his canvas of the world, - To change black water into blue instead, - To tint what little frantic foam gets hurled - From two waves’ temperaments with ruby fire, - And make the sea a thing for man’s desire. - - The day comes gently, working through the clouds, - Which light and burn with brilliance many-hued. - A sailor somewhere singing in the shrouds - With naked chest and feet and arms tatooed, - His sailor hat at angle on his head, - Salutes the day with thoughts of home and bed. - - Oh, take me back, away from dawn and sea, - Oh, take me where the heart of me would be, - And in some blessed meadow set me free! - - - - - _TWILIGHT_ - - - A little while ago that sky was gold, - And green that hill, - And blue the white-capped sea, - And I stood watching through these vines a ship - That moved, hull down, beyond, - Beneath the point. - - I wonder now, before the stars are out - And long black clouds have filled the sunset sky, - Will I remember this at midnight hour: - How much I longed to be aboard that ship! - - - - - _ECHO_ - - - Oh, weary heart, dependent for a song - On whether someone smiles or not at thee. - Oh, weary life, the loveless years are long - Yet deathless are the thoughts of him to me. - - Within an ancient castle on the coast, - Where all the sea-dead sailor lads make moan, - I hear a melancholy cello sing - Its mad and mournful music to the moon, - A dirge of febrile beauty and despair - That fills the night with phantom, frantic song. - - And phrase to phrase with sexual life responds - While fierce satyriasis, orchestrally, - Like nine symphonic horns unharmonized - Calls wildly through the hollows of my heart. - - - - - _STAR COURSE_ - - - Into the darkening east we ride, - Wave upon wave we thrust aside, - White and defiant they seethe around. - What do we care! We’re homeward bound! - - The sea beneath and the sky above, - These are the things a man can love, - Not when he leaves his native shore, - But when, far out of the sight of land, - He takes the wheel with a steady hand - To guide him home once more. - - Then homeward, homeward be my course, - And constant be my star, - For I have wandered east and west - And I have wandered far, - Yet home and joy can only be - Where love and friendship are. - - I’ve searched among the isles of men - The love I left behind, - Explored for friendships in the waste - Of broken, humankind, - And sought for beauty, sought for wit, - With naught of all to find. - - In dens of laughter when I laughed - There came a hollow sound, - Yet every night I went again - To join the merry round, - And every night I knew that there - My heart would not be found. - - Then homeward, homeward be my course, - And constant be my star, - And may I not have changed too much - Because I’ve wandered far. - Their love and laughter now I need - Who home and friendship are. - - - - - _MEMORANDUM_ - - - Quick are the sands that bury a man - When he lays him down to die, - And quick are the hands if there be no sands - Of such fellows as you and I. - - - - - _THE LITANY OF PEARL HARBOR_ - - - Harbor of morning, - Day has begun. - Hills of Oahu - Are waiting the sun. - - Harbor of reveille, - Hammocks away. - Sailors are stirring - On ships in the bay. - - Harbor of happiness, - Green and complete. - Day from the summit - Has smiled on the fleet. - - Harbor deceived, - Death in the sky - Plummets to earth - Before colors shall fly. - - Harbor surprised, - Torpedo and shell - Tear through the living, - Harbor of Hell! - - Harbor of terror, - Harbor of death, - Harbor where fellows - Are choking for breath. - - Harbor of drownings, - Thunderous sound. - Flooded compartments - Harbor the drowned. - - Harbor of fire, - Harbor of flame, - Steel and humanity - Crumble the same. - - Harbor determined, - Stations are manned. - Against the aggresor - The Harbor will stand. - - Harbor of courage, - Gunners and guns - Speak of the worth - Of America’s sons. - - Harbor of shipmates, - Sanctified flood, - Dying together, - Harbor of blood! - - Harbor of wounds, - Beneath the attack, - Fighting the enemy, - Driving him back. - - Harbor of smoke, - Blinding the sun. - Harbor contested, - Yet to be won. - - Harbor of roaring, - Harbor ablaze, - Harbor of horror, - Harbor of praise. - - Harbor resurgent, - Out of the gloom, - Self-resurrected - Out of the tomb. - - Glorious Harbor, - Harbor of woe, - Harbor of vengeance - Blasting the foe. - - Harbor of hours, - Endless, intense, - Harbor victorious, - Epic defense. - - Dedicate Harbor, - Shipmates are there - Sleeping forever. - Harbor of prayer. - - - - - _WE WERE WAITING THAT MORNING FOR COLORS_ - - - We were waiting that morning for colors, - And the bands were ready to play, - And a motor launch crossing the harbor - Was making its peaceful way, - But to war and the roar of its thunder - Old Glory went up that day. - - The firmament split, and our gunners, - The bravest and handsomest crew, - Mid fiery bomb and shrapnel, - Oh, how to their stations they flew! - - They fought like a legion of angels - Against the corruption of Hell, - In the blaze of a sacred vengeance - For shipmate lads who fell. - - They fought off the vicious invader, - They cut him out of the air, - And he dropped through the smoke of the combat - To death and destruction there. - - And our flag through the hours of battle - Flew on till the fighting was won. - Oh, beautiful, dedicate banner, - Our victory has only begun. - - With such gunners as ours to defend you, - So bright and beloved in the sky, - While devotion and manhood attend you, - Brave standard, continue on high. - We were waiting that morning for colors. - Old Glory forever shall fly! - - - - - _THE MOTOR LAUNCH CREW_ - - - Crossing the harbor, four lads in a motor launch - Saw the invader host drop from the sky, - Saw a torpedo’s white wake through the water - Make for the stern of a vessel nearby. - - “Jump!” cried the coxswain, “Here is my duty, - Here is the logic for which I was born, - One life asunder to stop the torpedo - Ere from their bodies a hundred are torn!” - - “Nay,” cried the bowman. “We’re in this together. - Glory to God and such men as ye are!” - Seizing a boat hook he jumped to the gunwhale, - As mad as old Ahab, as fixed as a star. - - Oh, the wild race in the harbor that morning! - Prayed to his Diesel the kid engineer, - “Fail me not now, O my beautiful engine!” - Swiftly the launch and torpedo drew near. - - Wake upon wake, the two masses converging, - Never a word by the sternman was said. - Oh, there was death in the harbor that morning! - Under the keel the torpedo shaft fled. - - Then with the force of a mighty harpooner, - Melville’s dread hero, such bowman was he, - Then from his arm the long boat hook went plunging - Faster than death and destruction could flee. - - Into the blades of the whirling propeller, - Following after, the iron hook sank, - Changing the mark where the war head exploded, - Tumbling the rocks and a tree from the bank. - - Then all around them the harbor was seething, - Concussion and fire and shouting and fear, - And they, too, are dead. Dead that motor launch coxswain, - That bowman, and sternman and kid engineer! - - - - - _TO THE GARRISON AT WAKE_ - - - A little while, O sacramental dead, - Unvisited a little while yet be. - You shall not lie forgotten nor alone - While ships there are, and planes, and guns, and men. - For now, more adamant, more fierce, more keen, - In permanence and purpose fixed as stars, - To finite manhood hereby we annex - The infinite almightiness of God, - And we shall be His judgment! Woe to that - Ambitious offal sprung from Hell’s abyss - Which catastrophically we shall destroy, - Annihilate, forever make extinct. - - No evil feet, where from your chaliced hearts - The precious blood has spilled, shall tread that earth, - That holy, transubstantiated isle - Whose very soil is body, soul, and blood - Of restless lads who loved America! - On who so tread shall light and darkness pounce, - Vast winged horrors plummeting, destroy, - Consuming brilliance, glut-engulfing night, - Like twin devourers, feed there on them! - - Ye ancient dead, who fell with Greece or Rome, - Or in the name of Allah and his prophet, - Who fell through all the cycled years of war, - Through plague, disaster, fell in civil strife, - Through revolution, famine, flood and fire, - Apocalyptic woe or freezing night, - Ye ancient dead, to whom heroic stance - And unsurrendered dignity still cling, - Receive who come among you now like gods, - Four hundred splendid, handsome, golden lads. - To them extend that comradship of men - Who live the rugged military life, - Who smile that full, good-natured kind of smile, - Most boyishly unstudied, most beloved, - Who know each other’s thoughts and wants and hopes, - Who know what prayers are said and what forgot, - Who know that greatest, crucifying love - Where friends for friends on strange new crosses die! - - And you, O Seraph Outpost Garrison, - Who side by side heroically made stand, - No quarter given, none received, none asked, - Who fought those vicious legions in the three - Old elemental spheres, and of the fourth, - Almost invincible to flame and death, - Stood firmly placed before, beneath the attack - Like Milton’s epic host against all Hell, - New rest, brave lads, in consecrated sleep, - While lonely trumpets sing through muffled drums - A requiem and threnody of grief. - - Ah, great Cecilia, Bach, and Handel blind, - Those last full-throated notes to swell from earth, - That trumpet song of loneliness and night, - Give it a contrapuntal theme beneath, - Whose pedal harmonies orchestrally - Shall hint of resurrection, while the pipes - And organ-pillar’d flutes resound the mode - To which the ancient dead have matched and sung. - - Then light the strings until they burn as bright - And numberless as candles round a shrine, - Then start the rolling drums, and set the brass - Cannonically recalling one another, - And let the reeds’ ancestral wisdom speak, - What though at first the grave bassoons must weep - Their melancholy, febrile lamentation. - Unsheathe the horns and cut the harmonic knot. - Let full grand orchestra astound the void - With soaring fugue and metric tympani. - - And in this last, let herald trumpets sing - While bright kid-trumpeteers who fell at Pearl - Resound a call to quarters there beyond! - - - - - _CORREGIDOR AND CALVARY_ - - - Corregidor and Calvary, - And Christ again is crucified, - And all the lovely lads who died - Are His this day in Paradise. - - They hung upon a wretched cross, - We watched them day by day, - And wondered how such men could live - Who hung in such a way, - Who hung in thorns of screeching steel - And had no time to pray. - - We knew that soon the lads must die, - And yet they battled death - Unmindful of his awful wings - And black, consuming breath, - Unmindful when he roared at them - Or whispered what he saith. - - For shattered men will die in pain, - And shaken men will weep, - And there are things which blast the blood - And through the body creep, - And men will not lie down at night - Afeared that they will sleep. - - Afeared they would too deeply sleep, - That battered hearts would burst; - And though each knew that he must die, - The dawn must beckon first, - And each must feel again the grip - Of loneliness and thirst. - - For none would die alone, apart, - By twos and twelves they fell, - And if a man could walk he worked, - He loaded shot and shell, - For none would die alone, apart, - Within a narrow cell. - - Within a narrow cell at last - All men someday must lie, - But while their blood was in the heart - And light within the eye, - They would not leave the stand they took - Beneath the open sky. - - They would not leave us, watching them, - Examples of defeat, - That when we come to look on death, - And though our ranks deplete, - Somehow we must think back to them, - The way they met it, meet! - - - _Alas, Love, I would thou couldst as well_ - _defende thy selfe as thou canst offende others_ - --SIR PHILIP SIDNEY - - - When he and I had met I knew - The way he smiled at me - That we’d become the best of pals - Two guys could ever be. - - For night and day he filled my thoughts, - I talked of only him, - But there were eyes which watched us both, - Suspicious, cold, and dim. - - Suspicious eyes and little mouths - That each reporting made - Of all the times we went to swim - Or rested in the shade. - - They told of how we’d taken horse - To ride about the lea, - And how two lonely mounts were seen - Beneath a rugged tree. - - They gossiped how instead of church - We went to watch the sun - Come charging over purple hills - To see the day begun, - And how we came not home again - Until that day was done. - - And he and I went off to war, - Yet still their evil fed. - He never knew, not ever will, - The wretched things they said, - For he was on Corregidor, - And now the lad is dead. - - - - - _TO THE MARINES_ - - - There’s only one banner says “Semper Fidelis!” - There’s only one flag we defend, - There’s only one heart and one mind and one body - In all of our battles we send. - - We fought and we bled on Bataan and Corregidor, - Oh, how we held them at Wake! - And waited in vain for more men and munitions - With all the Pacific at stake. - - The sleepers were many, but we were the few - Who wakened the quickest and fought, - And while readjustment and training were planned, - We did what we could, what we ought. - - Our dead are at Henderson. Think you they rest? - They fight even now at our side, - Refusing to enter the realms of the blest - Until we have beaten the tide! - - - - - _THE LADS WHO GO BELOW_ - - - The enemy’s reported, - And he’d like to see the show, - But he handles ammunition - So he’s got to go below. - - And he’s ready on his station, - Every nerve alert and keen, - With a group of grim-faced sailors - In a lower magazine. - - They can feel the ship’s vibrations - When the broadside salvos go, - And the shatter of the turrets - When they batter at the foe. - - “Send ’em up and keep ’em coming! - Man the phones and man the hoist!” - Sweat and curse and pass the powder - Till the very deck is moist. - - But the enemy is daring, - And his planes get through the screen, - A torpedo rips the blister - Just above the magazine. - - Water fills the whole compartment, - In another fires rage, - But the guns still get their powder - And the enemy engage. - - Trapped below, the lads are living, - And the hungry hoist they feed, - Though the first concussion stunned them - And their deafened ears must bleed. - - Other hits, the foeman scoring, - Thunderous roars of flaming sheen, - “Save the ship from an explosion, - Flood the lower magazine!” - - Lads, farewell! The air was dirty - With a lot of fume and smoke, - It’s as bad, lads, when you smother - As on briny water choke. - - But the enemy’s defeated, - Thanks to you who’ll never know, - You who handled ammunition - And who had to go below! - - - - - _THE ROAD TO HIGH WOOD_ - - - It was on the road to High Wood - That we found him lying dead, - The soldier boy in khaki - With the broken, battered head. - - No more at dawn or sunset - Will he hear the bugle note, - Nor thrill to taps ascending - From a trumpet’s silver throat. - - It was on the road to High Wood - Where the maple leaves were burned - That the lad went out at morning - And nevermore returned. - - There are many roads to High Wood, - There are many roads to Hell, - And the fields of wheat are rotten - Where a thousand heroes fell. - - - - - _NIGHT WATCH_ - - - His ship is on the ocean - But the sailor lad’s ashore, - And deeply, deeply sleeping, - He’ll waken nevermore. - - We buried him atop the hill - That overlooks the bay, - And one there was who walked from there - With slower steps away. - - And one there is on watch at night - Who wears the strangest smile, - Because he sees a specter lad - And talks with him awhile. - - Across the world he comes to me, - And far horizons dim, - And I await the day when I, - Instead, shall go to him. - - Then we will sail on all the seas - That poets can recite, - And stand beside another lad, - And watch with him at night. - - - - - _THE SOLDIER AND THE SAMOVAR_ - - - They shot him as he left the house - And stripped him in the snow - But still he held the samovar - And would not let it go. - - Who knows from what fine home he came - With afternoons at tea? - If I had been that lonely lad, - They would have shot at me. - - For I’d have run as desperately - Behind some log to settle, - And sit me down beside my theft, - The big, old Russian kettle. - - But dead he lies; the snow piles high - And winter fills the land, - And only spring will move the thing - And take it from his hand. - - - - - _NOCTURNE_ - - - Beside you while you slumbered, lad, - My restless heart had lain - Through all the hours of the night - Aware of love and pain. - - Aware of love and morning’s light - And eyes that must betray - When someday you should look in mine - Then ever look away. - - I’ll come to where you slumber, lad, - If death shall mark me not - And say the prayer that now I pray, - And thought I had forgot. - - - - - _THE SWING_ - - - The crooked swing that hung beneath - The crooked willow tree - Brought all his laughter to my ears - When school was out at three. - - When later years and afternoons - Their symphony had sung - Beneath the crooked willow tree - An idle swing had hung. - - Then war came on. There’s always war - To readjust the past, - And he got leave and I got leave, - And home we came at last. - - But I alone return tonight - And naught to battle bring, - For he is dead beneath the tree - And broken hangs the swing. - - - - - _SOMEWHERE ON LEAVE_ - - - Unfurrowed field and lonely plow, - The laughing lad has fled, - Sweet-throated, unaccompanied lark, - The laughing lad is dead. - - I found him on a barren tract, - Stretched out and lying still, - And on his lips the blood had dried, - And on the blasted hill. - - Oh, that was far from hills like these, - A hundred thousand guns - Are booming, bursting in his ears - And he does not hear a one. - - A soldier’s thoughts and a soldier’s laugh - And a soldier’s boyish grin - Are dead on a lonely battlefield, - And the war is yet to win. - - - - - _THE SENTRY_ - - - The night wind hums a lullaby, - A watchful bivouac keep. - The guns are silent now awhile, - Yet, soldier, do not sleep. - Though weary with the force of night, - And weary with the war, - Sleep not, be watchful, quick alert, - Or sleep forever more. - - But words are nought to tired eyes, - And what are words of praise - To minds that long to dream a bit - Of other, saner days. - He sleeps, unmindful of his oath, - And then they find him dead, - The other soldier stands his guard - Who shot him through the head. - - The night wind hums a lullaby, - A watchful bivouac keep. - The guns are silent now awhile, - Yet, soldier, do not sleep! - - - - - _I WATCHED HIM IN THE TOURNAMENT_ - - - I watched him in the tournament, - And when he bowled a line - I saw the way his eyes would smile - When things were going fine. - - I saw the lonely little frown - That made him look so grave - And older than his twenty years - When things would not behave. - - And then we did not meet again; - I heard that he was dead. - The savage sea, not you nor me, - Knows where he is instead. - - - - - _SOUTH PACIFIC_ - - - How often had the sun been red - The sky as deep a blue - Behind long, tired stretched-out clouds - When I was then with you. - - How often had the evening sea - Which you so much admired - With archipelagos of foam - Been bright and ruby-fired. - - Oh, all these things tonight are here - Upon a distant sea, - But I have found no other one - To stand and watch with me. - - - - - _DECK-APE_ - - - He was just a little deck-ape - With a happy kind of smile, - And a line of boyish chatter - That could make you laugh awhile. - - He was just a little deck-ape - Always ready with a hand - When a shipmate needed someone - Who would help or understand. - - He was just a little deck-ape, - And we buried him at sea - When he stopped a strafer’s bullet - That was meant, I think, for me. - - - - - _SAILOR BOY_ - - - Upon a railway station bench he lies, - Majestic image of a heathen god - Cast down unknown centuries of time, - And on his back for all the world to see. - - He sleeps the silence of unspoken love, - A smile upon his lips, his cheeks aglow - With all the fire of his rhythmic heart - Betraying there the secret of his dream. - - And breath and life are one where fills his chest, - And where the texture of his thighs impress - The pagan phallic frontlet in his loins - He testifies unknowingly to youth. - - Unstirring in the rapture of his thoughts - He slumbers in the wakeful watch - Of envy and desire! - - - - - _AVENGE_ - - - Avenge! Avenge! Great sword of God, - The massacre of these - Ten thousand Polish soldier lads, - All hung from gallows’ trees. - - Send down Thy angels armed with fire, - Send down Thy fiery lake, - Avenge the tortured, fiercely marred, - And killed for killing’s sake, - Brave prisoners of Guam, Bataan, Corregidor, and Wake! - - O hasten, hasten, wrath of God! - Five times five thousand slain - In one red week of murderous lust, - New Christs, new cross, new pain! - - Our patience and our mercy wait - While they who slaughter don’t. - Annihilate! Annihilate! - We’ll do it if You won’t! - - - - - _THE CROSSING OF THE RHINE_ - - - And what is the talk we make tonight - As we fill our glasses amber bright - And drink to the guys who are in the fight, - The crossing of the Rhine. - - And the song we sing is a simple thing - Of a tune that moves with a martial swing - To a set of words that have caught the ring, - The crossing of the Rhine. - - We laugh and we jest, and we wish them well, - And then we remember the lads who fell - By blasted bridge and screaming shell, - The crossing of the Rhine. - - Let’s stand as we pledge the guys who are there, - The guys who are fighting everywhere - Through blood and guts and the power of prayer, - The crossing of the Rhine! - - - - - _THE BALLAD OF THE DEAD SAILOR_ - - - Oh, where are the rest of my shipmates, - And why am I not at sea, - And what is this lonely valley - Where no one is but me? - - Have they sailed away without me? - Will they ever again return? - I never thought when he was dead - A sailor’s heart would yearn. - - Oh, how did I die? In battle? - Or how did I die? Asleep? - Were there any who laughed when they heard it? - Were any too stunned to weep? - - But who dressed me up so neatly? - Who brushed and combed my hair? - Some fellow just doing his duty - Or someone who tried to care? - - Whoever it was I thank him, - But what have they done to my heart - That it will not rest like a lonesome guest - In this world where they’ve set me apart? - - Must I still call out for companions - And want them again at my side, - Though breath is forbidden me ever - As the longing I want to confide? - - O you who are shipmates together, - Look well at each other today, - Or you’ll lie deep as I in your anguish, - And pine your dead heart away. - - - - - _THE DEATH OF THE SCHARNHORST_ - - - On Christmas Day in forty-three - The Nazi _Scharnhorst_ put to sea, - For word somehow had reached Berlin - An Allied convoy was within - Two hundred miles of where she lay - In some Norwegian, hidden bay. - - She went ahead, two-thirds her speed, - A mighty, master-monster steed, - She left the fjords, mountain walled, - Where oft her echoing bugles called, - She cleared the channel, marked the land - Drop far astern on either hand. - - She steamed through fog and arctic day, - And then at night, when darkness lay - Completely over all the waste, - The _Scharnhorst_ charged with fuller haste - To intercept the Allied ships - Which dared these bold Murmansk-bound trips. - - Meanwhile the convoy, slow, serene, - Behind an escort naval screen, - Proceeded eastward off North Cape. - The _Scharnhorst_ sensed the coming rape, - And manned her guns that early dawn, - But this is what she came upon: - - The cruisers _Norfolk_, and _Belfast_, - And _Sheffield_, all the long night past - Had known the wild sea horse was free - To terrorize the Northern Sea, - And they had placed themselves between - The charging _Scharnhorst_ and the screen. - - The winter’s dawn was blackboard gray. - The _Scharnhorst_ held her plotted way. - The _Norfolk_, _Sheffield_, and _Belfast_ - Were tense with waiting. Hours passed - As closer these two forces drew, - Determined ships, determined crew. - - The British sensed the approach of doom. - The _Scharnhorst_ paused within the gloom, - But then a star shell, bursting high, - Illumined her against the sky. - The great seabeast began to snort - From every nostril turret fort. - - The _Sheffield’s_ guns belched smoke and flame; - _Belfast’s_ quick turrets did the same, - The _Norfolk’s_ screaming shell bursts bit - The monster’s triple hull, a hit! - The _Scharnhorst_ screamed, she turned and fled - To mend her wound, to count her dead. - - _Belfast_ forbade his ships pursue. - He judged what _Scharnhorst_ meant to do, - Pretend retreat and then renew - Attack upon the convoy later. - _Scharnhorst’s_ speed he knew was greater, - So he kept his course the straighter. - - _Scharnhorst_ circled east and nor’ward, - Hoped to bring her power forward. - But the convoy changed its course - To shun this grim, abhorrent horse. - The cruisers cut the arc and then - Awaited _Scharnhorst’s_ charge again. - - When, hours later, tense with rage, - The Scharnhorst, plotted to engage - Just merchant ships and escort craft, - Had reappeared to run the raft, - She met instead the concerted blast - Of _Norfolk_, _Sheffield_ and _Belfast_. - - Once again the salvos thundered. - _Scharnhorst_ knew that she had blundered, - While her gunners cursed and wondered - Shells and fire as before - Through the gloomy twilight tore, - Swiftly, surely, more and more. - - The _Norfolk’s_ afterdeck was hit, - A blaze of flame, the air was lit. - The _Scharnhorst_ did not wait to see - What damage or what victory. - She turned once more in fearful dread, - Homeward set her course and fled. - - For _Scharnhorst_ was a worthy prize. - Correctly had she made surmise - That other ships, the British fleet, - Would steam to intercept or meet, - And so she fled, a wounded beast, - To seek the dark, protective east. - - But all this while, to interplace - Between the _Scharnhorst_ and her base, - To cut the Nazi monster’s course, - To bridle all her vicious force, - To leave a wreck of twisted torque, - There steamed the mighty _Duke of York_. - - Two hundred miles away or more - The _Duke_ and her destroyers bore - When first the battle message came. - _Belfast_ continued to proclaim - The _Scharnhorst’s_ course, and from this plot - The _Duke_, her speed, position got. - - For brave _Belfast_, and _Sheffield_, too, - And _Norfolk_ this time did pursue. - The _Scharnhorst_ turned, she headed south, - And flung herself into the mouth - Of _Duke_, _Jamaica_, and the horde, - _Saumarez_, _Savage_, _Scorpion_, _Stord_. - - “Illuminate the enemy!” - _Belfast’s_ bright shell broke high and free. - The heavy night with heavy haze - Had been descending, but the blaze - Of light and brilliance caught the steed, - Betrayed her form, her frothing speed. - - The _Duke’s_ great turrets boldly spoke, - Belched shell and fire, fume and smoke. - Concussion tore the night around. - The shells went screaming through the sound - And landed close aboard the Hun, - A “straddle” salvo number one. - - The _Duke_ corrected plot and range - And there began a fierce exchange - Of shell and suffering. _Scharnhorst_ blazed - Where blasts and flame her structures razed. - She turned to east in panicked fright - And sought the dark, descending night. - - The _Duke_ sped after, sending shell, - Fired havoc, roaring hell - Raining down upon the fleeing - Battered, bruised and barely seeing - Nazi supership which sped - Ever more and more ahead. - - At last the _Duke_ had lost the range. - Her guns were silenced, but a strange - New battle lit the horizon’s edge - And smote the _Scharnhorst_ like a sledge. - She reared and tossed and bellowed toward - _Saumarez_, _Savage_, _Scorpion_, _Stord_. - - She did not flee as fast, for they, - More swiftly speeding on their way, - O’ertook her and on either bow - Engaged the bleeding _Scharnhorst_ now. - Her voice was wild, her aim was bad; - She fought with all the guns she had. - - At forty knots the destroyers came. - Ten thousand yards, they took their aim; - Six thousand yards, without a change - Of course or speed they closed the range. - Two thousand yards, they launched their dread - Torpedoes, and away they sped. - - The _Scharnhorst_ snorted, scored a hit. - _Saumarez_ felt the blast of it. - But then the launched torpedoes struck, - And _Scharnhorst’s_ inner heart was stuck. - Her guns began a wild, red fire, - She’d lost her speed, could not retire. - - By now the _Duke of York_ had closed, - And with another force composed - Of _Sheffield_, _Norfolk_, and _Belfast_, - _Jamaica_, and come up at last, - Four escorts from the convoy screen, - Began a new approach routine. - - The _Scharnhorst_ shuddered, shell on shell - From eight destroyers upon her fell. - From four crack cruisers she sustained - The heavy, horrid fire they trained. - Each salvo from the _Duke of York_ - Left her unsteady as a cork. - - Around and round the battle raged, - On every side she was engaged - By greater force and stronger will, - A broken thing of beauty still; - And then the ships received command - To stand well clear on every hand. - - The battle paused. The night returned, - And in that dark the _Scharnhorst_ burned. - The swift and final act began. - _Jamaica_ left the cruiser van - And headed toward the trembling pile - Where life and metal burned the while. - - A neat destroyer trained her lights - Upon the target and the sights - Aboard _Jamaica_, set to kill, - Could pledge the beast her final thrill. - _Jamaica_ swung. Torpedoes leapt, - Their course and their appointment kept. - - A last great roar the _Scharnhorst_ gave, - Then rolled her fires beneath the wave, - A wretched, moving, dying thing - Within the watchful naval ring. - The black, salt sea her vitals drank, - And, quenched her thirst, the _Scharnhorst_ sank. - - - - - _LITTLE BOYS AND LITTLE DOGS_ - - - Little boys and little dogs - Are made for one another. - For show me, sir, a little dog - Just taken from its mother - That will not find a tenderness - And clumsy kind of joy - In the care, and taking care, of - A loving little boy. - - - - -U.S.S. OKLAHOMA _RETURNS TO HER CREW_ - - - We did not recognize her as she sank among us here, - A wretched hulk, dismasted, disemboweled and stripped of gear. - We did not recognize her. They were selling her for junk - When she listed like a derelict, abandoned, wrecked, and sunk. - - For we were sea-dead sailors wandering aimlessly the deep, - Without a ship, without a bunk, without a place to sleep, - For we were sea-dead sailors of a ship that killed us all - When she rolled her weight upon us as the bombs began to fall. - - We loved that ship. Her lines were trim, her speed was fleet and free, - And when she joined maneuvers she was beautiful to see. - That morning when torpodoes struck, with water, oil and blood - She swiftly filled and overturned her masthead in the mud. - - How long we lived, how long lay dead within her flooded sides - Till all awakened, spirit-drifted, ebbing with the tides! - Oh, some were brave but could not save the other, some afraid, - And all upon a hillside we were later, gently laid. - - We did not recognize her, for the ship we loved so well - Had died with us that morning in the harbor’s flaming Hell, - And our remembrance was not this, a scrapped and broken hull - That came among us timid as a shy and lonely gull. - - We turned our backs upon her; she was not of our command, - But suddenly a seaman with a flashlight in his hand - Began to signal frantically. We turned and somehow knew - She was the _Oklahoma_ and she knew we were her crew. - - We wept, we cried, we swarmed aboard, we kissed her weary decks, - We made a thousand seaweed leis and hung them round our necks. - We danced, we laughed; our salted eyes flowed tears without relief, - For it was good to know at last the end of all her grief. - - We built a superstructure, casemates, turrets, funnel, jack. - We fitted out compartments and we put the galley back. - We mustered on the quarterdeck and bowed our heads in thanks, - And mourned for those, our shipmates, who were missing from the ranks. - - We stationed watch and quarters and we stowed our gear below. - We manned the bridge and sea-details, and rode the undertow. - Some evening in the sunset of a bright and happy day - We’ll come steaming through the Golden Gate for San Francisco Bay! - - - - - _NIGHT_ - - - Night is a stricken bird whose breast is laid against the earth, - Whose broken wings both comfort and surround the compassed air. - Night is a fallen sparrow boys have stoned in spending small - Or token sums of their vast wealth’s amazing cruelty. - - Night is a stricken bird whose heart has throbbed against my own, - Whose broken wings have brushed my cheek, whose beak has hit my lip. - Night is a restless fellow gone to bed, who cannot sleep, - Yet will not rise to walk the parks and barter with desire. - Night is all the sewers of a frustrate mind - Spewing up positioned nudes inseminating one another! - - - - - _FOR ALL HEROES_ - - - Here are the guys who have died for the world, - Died for the battles in which they were hurled, - Died for the flags that have long since been furled, - And on this cross, Christ! - - Here are the bastard, expendable lot, - Here are the laughs when the laughter is not, - Here are the guys who are always forgot, - And on this cross, Christ! - - Look, you! Behold through the beard and the blood, - The face of the lover inflamed with the crud; - See the strong limbs that lie still in the mud. - Look on the red lips that open no more. - What does it matter by what gods they swore? - War’s the procurer and here lies his whore! - What can you say to a guy when he’s dead? - Kneel down beside him, lift up his head? - Thank what you thank it was not you instead? - And on this cross? - - God love you and keep you, you son of a bitch, - Scratching your ass or wherever you itch, - Restless in sleep as you jump and you twitch. - Go, when you’re called from your haunts and your sports; - Go, be a number in battle’s reports. - Drown your desires and shoot in your shorts - Take up your rifle and take up your clip, - Take the canteen and water you’ll sip. - You’ve got a class that you don’t want to skip, - As on this cross, Christ! - - - - - _FOXHOLE_ - - - Your nearness thundered through me and I shook, - And when you said, “You’re trembling.” I said, “Yes.” - And then you asked, “Ya scared?” What could I say? - We two had been together since the States - And I had kept the bluff and we were friends. - - Why, I remember how it was we met. - We both were standing naked. You were soaped - From head to foot and then the shower quit. - I never heard a rhythmic stream of words - So finely mouthed, and chewed and spitted out - - But now we lie together in the sand - Upon a tropic beach. The enemy, - For all our air and sea and boasted might, - Had held his little island and opposed - Our coming with such surety of aim - That half our comrades dropped face down, face up, - And did not feel the black and blooded wash - That played between their sprawled and spreaded legs. - - We two were forward on the farthest flank - That hoped to outmaneuver and destroy - The deep pillbox entrenchment where the Nip - Had taken his position and command - Of all the open, dead-man beach between. - We’d found a little dune and dug us in, - And all the long tormented afternoon - We lobbed our ineffectual grenades - Against the fort foreknowledge of the Jap. - - When night came on we got the word to hold, - But silence and the darkness held us close - And I could hear your breathing, feel you near. - And then there went through me an echoing roar - As when a mountainside of snow and ice - Lets loose its frantic grip and tumbles down. - And then you said, “You’re trembling.” I said, “Yes.” - You asked, “Ya scared?” And I said, “Yes,” again. - - The silence fell between us for a while. - Your hand reached out and rudely grasped my arm. - “You’re lying, kid.” Your grip was strong and fierce. - You held me there as if to make me shout - With pain or ecstasy, and time rushed by - Unclocked. You shuddered then and let me go. - “You’re lying, kid, and so, sweet God, am I.” - - The blast of brilliance, flame and heat that came - Exploding close beside us threw the sand, - And shell, and death and you and me apart. - How long we lay half buried none will tell - I know I wakened somewhere near the dawn - And saw you stretched and saw your trousers torn. - I crawled beside you, brushed away the sand - That filled your eyes. I held you in my arms, - And pressed my mouth to yours as if my breath - Within your lungs would bring your arms around me. - I know I sobbed, and wept, and cursed, and prayed. - My fevered hands I burned beneath your blouse - To touch your unresponsive, frigid flesh. - And then I knew that you were dead, - That you were dead, - That you were dead, - That we should lie no more! - - - - - _BURY HIM_ - - - Bury him! Not where the rough, raw earth - With his fathers’ bones is filled, - Nor bury him there where the old chiefs’ blood - On the rich, rolled plain is spilled, - And bury him not where he’ll be forgot, - With the reason for which he was killed, - But, bury him. Bury him. - - Bury him not in a lonely plot - In the midst of the fools who cried - Of his race and his face, and forgot every trace - Of the reason for which he died, - While the heart of the nation’s demoralization - Began to ascend as it sighed, - “Bury him. Bury him.” - - Bury him well. 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NEW YORK</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_iv" id="page_iv">{iv}</a></span> </p> - -<p class="c"> -Copyright, 1952, by Arch Alfred McKillen<br /> -<i>Manufactured in the United States of America</i></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_v" id="page_v">{v}</a></span> </p> - -<p class="c"><i>To</i><br /> -L.R.D., EM 1/c, U. S. Navy<br /> -Killed in action, Pearl Harbor, T. H.<br /> -December 7, 1941 -</p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Smile a little, lad,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>For when you smile</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>There is no sleep.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>How can there then be Death?</i><br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_vi" id="page_vi">{vi}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<p class="c"> -The Chicago <i>Sun</i> has kindly granted permission to<br /> -reprint the poem “The Litany of Pearl Harbor,”<br /> -which it published on December 7, 1942, in<br /> -June Provines’ column<br /> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_vii" id="page_vii">{vii}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS</h2> - -<table border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0" summary=""> - -<tr><td> </td><td class="rt"><i>Page</i></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#THE_BIRD_THE_LAD_AND_ME">The Bird, the Lad and Me</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_1">1</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#THE_WAR_IN_SPAIN">The War in Spain</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_1">1</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#IT_RAINS_TONIGHT">It Rains Tonight</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_2">2</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#WHILE_DRUMS_ARE_ROLLING">While Drums Are Rolling</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_2">2</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#APOLLO">Apollo</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_3">3</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#FOUNTAIN_OF_LOVELINESS">Fountain of Loveliness</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_4">4</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#HIGHWAY_NUMBER_66">Highway Number 66</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_5">5</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#DIRGE_FOR_THE_SQUALUS">Dirge for the <i>Squalus</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_6">6</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#ECHO_CANYON">Echo Canyon</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_7">7</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#FRAGMENT">Fragment</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_8">8</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#WE_HANG_UPON_A_SCAFFOLD">We Hang upon a Scaffold</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_8">8</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#I_LOOKED_INTO_YOUR_EYES">I Looked into Your Eyes</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_9">9</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#OF_THIS_GREAT_VOICELESS_LOVE">Of This Great Voiceless Love</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_9">9</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#I_WOULD_HAVE_BROUGHT_YOU_FIRE">I Would Have Brought You Fire</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_10">10</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#TOO_MUCH_OF_LIFE">Too Much of Life</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_10">10</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#LONE_CELLO">Lone Cello</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_11">11</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_viii" id="page_viii">{viii}</a></span></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#APOCALYPSE">Apocalypse</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_11">11</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#THE_OLD_SEA_WALL">The Old Sea Wall</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_12">12</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#THE_MIDNIGHT_HORSEMAN">The Midnight Horseman</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_13">13</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#LONELY_HEART">Lonely Heart</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_14">14</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#DREAMS">Dreams</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_15">15</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#THE_BUGLES_CALLED">The Bugles Called</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_15">15</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#MORNING_GUARD">Morning Guard</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_16">16</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#WHEN_KILMER_WROTE_OF_TREES">When Kilmer Wrote of Trees</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_17">17</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#WILD_GEESE">Wild Geese</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_17">17</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#I_WRITE_TO_YOU_IN_RED">I Write to You in Red</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_18">18</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#TIS_WINTER_NOW">’Tis Winter Now</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_18">18</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#SONNET">Sonnet</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_19">19</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#THE_TROPIC_DAWN">The Tropic Dawn</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_20">20</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#TWILIGHT">Twilight</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_21">21</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#ECHO">Echo</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_21">21</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#STAR_COURSE">Star Course</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_22">22</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#MEMORANDUM">Memorandum</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_23">23</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#THE_LITANY_OF_PEARL_HARBOR">The Litany of Pearl Harbor</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_23">23</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#WE_WERE_WAITING_THAT_MORNING_FOR_COLORS">We Were Waiting That Morning for Colors</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_26">26</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#THE_MOTOR_LAUNCH_CREW">The Motor Launch Crew</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_27">27</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#TO_THE_GARRISON_AT_WAKE">To the Garrison at Wake</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_28">28</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#CORREGIDOR_AND_CALVARY">Corregidor and Calvary</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_31">31</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#WHEN_HE_AND_I_HAD_MET"><i>When he and I had met</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_33">33</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_ix" id="page_ix">{ix}</a></span></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#TO_THE_MARINES">To the Marines</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_34">34</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#THE_LADS_WHO_GO_BELOW">The Lads Who Go Below</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_35">35</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#THE_ROAD_TO_HIGH_WOOD">The Road to High Wood</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_36">36</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#NIGHT_WATCH">Night Watch</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_37">37</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#THE_SOLDIER_AND_THE_SAMOVAR">The Soldier and the Samovar</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_38">38</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#NOCTURNE">Nocturne</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_38">38</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#THE_SWING">The Swing</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_39">39</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#SOMEWHERE_ON_LEAVE">Somewhere on Leave</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_40">40</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#THE_SENTRY">The Sentry</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_41">41</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#I_WATCHED_HIM_IN_THE_TOURNAMENT">I Watched Him in the Tournament</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_41">41</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#SOUTH_PACIFIC">South Pacific</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_42">42</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#DECK-APE">Deck-Ape</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_43">43</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#SAILOR_BOY">Sailor Boy</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_43">43</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#AVENGE">Avenge</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_44">44</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#THE_CROSSING_OF_THE_RHINE">The Crossing of the Rhine</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_45">45</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#THE_BALLAD_OF_THE_DEAD_SAILOR">The Ballad of the Dead Sailor</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_45">45</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#THE_DEATH_OF_THE_SCHARNHORST">The Death of the <i>Scharnhorst</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_47">47</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#LITTLE_BOYS_AND_LITTLE_DOGS">Little Boys and Little Dogs</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_53">53</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#USS_OKLAHOMA_RETURNS_TO_HER_CREW"><i>U.S.S. Oklahoma</i> Returns to Her Crew</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_54">54</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#NIGHT">Night</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_56">56</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#FOR_ALL_HEROES">For All Heroes</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_57">57</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#FOXHOLE">Foxhole</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_58">58</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#BURY_HIM">Bury Him</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_61">61</a></td></tr> -</table> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_1" id="page_1">{1}</a></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_x" id="page_x">{x}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_BIRD_THE_LAD_AND_ME" id="THE_BIRD_THE_LAD_AND_ME"></a><i>THE BIRD, THE LAD AND ME</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sky was touched with tints of morn,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">A wind was in the trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I lay in bed awakened<br /></span> -<span class="i4">By the murmur of the leaves.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I listened to the chirping<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Of the first-awakened bird,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, his leather heels a-clicking,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Some lad off to work I heard.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then my thoughts to sleep returning<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Wondered briefly, of us three,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What brave paths the fates have destined<br /></span> -<span class="i4">For the bird, the lad and me.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_WAR_IN_SPAIN" id="THE_WAR_IN_SPAIN"></a><i>THE WAR IN SPAIN</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The war in Spain is over<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet victory does not smile<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For all the lads are murdered<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who might have laughed awhile.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And those who march triumphant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are sadder than the dead<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because their hearts are shadowed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because their hands are red.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_2" id="page_2">{2}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The war in Spain is over,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet other trumpets sound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And call the world’s young manhood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To another battleground.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="IT_RAINS_TONIGHT" id="IT_RAINS_TONIGHT"></a><i>IT RAINS TONIGHT</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It rains tonight and wolf-winds howl.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His grave is not so deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But that the mournful Heavens<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon his body weep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They wet the mound of spaded earth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And through his coffin seep.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It rains tonight and wolf-winds howl,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And beaten hangs the tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And comfortless in Death he lies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who comforted should be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The guy who lost<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And killed himself,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And never spoke to me!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="WHILE_DRUMS_ARE_ROLLING" id="WHILE_DRUMS_ARE_ROLLING"></a><i>WHILE DRUMS ARE ROLLING</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then you’ll go while drums are rolling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And you’ll charge and make the bluff<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That your heart is full of courage,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And you’ll curse the vilest stuff.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_3" id="page_3">{3}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And you’ll see a lot of fellows<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That you’ve never seen before,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they may all be twenty<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or one or two years more.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And you’ll briefly talk together,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But of what you will not know.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is so much that lads can say<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When off to war they go.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And you’ll see a lot of fellows<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When the battle roar is done,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though all are dead upon the field<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And will not know it’s won.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the drums will roll on, rolling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till some bullet finds your heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then you’ll join the lads before you<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And you’ll never have to part.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="APOLLO" id="APOLLO"></a><i>APOLLO</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Beautiful pagan, possess me!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over thy body my fingers I race.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hot on thy cheeks are my kisses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Naked with thee in a lovers’ embrace.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Passionate night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the scents from the orchard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heavily here<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In thy temple retreat.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_4" id="page_4">{4}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Moonlight and marble,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where pillars and shadows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cast thee in twilight,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Beautiful statue,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Warm with the warmth<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Of my body<br /></span> -<span class="i10">Against thee,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I quiver,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I clasp thee<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And fall at thy feet!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="FOUNTAIN_OF_LOVELINESS" id="FOUNTAIN_OF_LOVELINESS"></a><i>FOUNTAIN OF LOVELINESS</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fountain of loveliness, flowing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deep in a wildwood of aspen and pine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swanlike forever upon thy calm surface<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I drift in my nakedness, white in the sun.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O plunge me beneath,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Where thy depths are the greenest,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Cover my heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i10">And the secret it keeps!<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_5" id="page_5">{5}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="HIGHWAY_NUMBER_66" id="HIGHWAY_NUMBER_66"></a><i>HIGHWAY NUMBER 66</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We drove down the road<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like two bats out of Hell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And before us the gates<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the rail crossing fell.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But we crashed through the splinters<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And over the tracks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the train whistled madly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And screamed at our backs.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And we rode on in silence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With never a word,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And only the wind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the motor were heard.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For a lad lay a-dying<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That both of us knew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And over the hills<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To his bedside we flew.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He was dead when we got there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And somehow I know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At that curve on the hill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the valley below,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where the crossing is laid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that monster of steel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not my hand, but his<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was guiding the wheel.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_6" id="page_6">{6}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="DIRGE_FOR_THE_SQUALUS" id="DIRGE_FOR_THE_SQUALUS"></a><i>DIRGE FOR THE SQUALUS</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We did not raise a submarine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the ocean’s fathomed bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But twenty-six brave sailor lads<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all of them were dead.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We left them not beneath the sea;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We brought them sadly home,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To dedicate anew to Death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who nevermore shall roam.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then, trumpeter, be firm your lip,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What though the tears may fall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For muffled drums in velvet beat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath your trumpet’s call.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there are hearts in other lads<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That swell with sorrow, too.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It need not matter that those hearts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are not in navy blue.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And they who have escaped that tomb<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath the restless wave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How deeply reverent they hold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gift the dead men gave.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For twenty-six on them bestowed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The utmost they could give,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When twenty-six accepted death<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That thirty-three might live.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The passage doorway dogged and tight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On either side two groups of men.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In one compartment, mad with fright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The thirty-three who’ll live again.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_7" id="page_7">{7}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on the other, maddened, too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The water rising swiftly, high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The twenty-six who looked and knew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They were the ones who had to die.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then let some fitting tribute stand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When we from here are fled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The living consecrated<br /></span> -<span class="i4">By the consecrated dead!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="ECHO_CANYON" id="ECHO_CANYON"></a><i>ECHO CANYON</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We ride to Echo Canyon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He rides with me tonight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No moon above to guide us,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The stars alone are bright.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The wind is in the sagebrush;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Somewhere a coyote calls;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The studded sky is briefly lit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As a flaming starlet falls.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We draw the rein together,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He trembles as I pass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To turn the horses free to graze<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the wild September grass.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And now I stretch beside him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where he lies upon the ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in all this lovely wilderness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We two alone are found.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_8" id="page_8">{8}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="FRAGMENT" id="FRAGMENT"></a><i>FRAGMENT</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He wandered through the darkened streets of night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His massive cape a-blown with every wind.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He passed the strumpets flirting near the lamps,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bowed to one—the one most infamous.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then down familiar avenues he strolled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And met, as he was sure to meet them there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lads who knew these lanes where men were bold.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How many a British soldier went to death<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath an Afric sun with some small gift,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A pocketknife inlaid with precious stones,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A case for cigarettes, or watch and chain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which had been given him by Oscar Wilde.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="WE_HANG_UPON_A_SCAFFOLD" id="WE_HANG_UPON_A_SCAFFOLD"></a><i>WE HANG UPON A SCAFFOLD</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We hang upon a scaffold, lad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The skeleton within<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is all the horror of the world,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of virtue and of sin.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For he who knows no word of love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor has his heart’s desire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must hang the same and die the same<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As he who walks in fire.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then hang upon your scaffold, lad<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mob will pierce your side,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet cry your triumph and your pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For man is crucified.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_9" id="page_9">{9}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="I_LOOKED_INTO_YOUR_EYES" id="I_LOOKED_INTO_YOUR_EYES"></a><i>I LOOKED INTO YOUR EYES</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I looked into your eyes and saw,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or thought I saw, your love.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I tried to hide my own from you;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not ever spoken of.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet, there was something I could feel<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Electrify the air<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When both of us were quite alone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And no one else was there.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when at last I spoke my love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wanting yours for me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I looked into your eyes and knew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such love was not to be.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="OF_THIS_GREAT_VOICELESS_LOVE" id="OF_THIS_GREAT_VOICELESS_LOVE"></a><i>OF THIS GREAT VOICELESS LOVE</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of this great voiceless love of mine for you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is no word to your heart out of mine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That may go winging through the whispering night.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Look only then for laughter in my letters<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As I from day to day <i>The Fool</i> rehearse.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if one blushing phrase too boldly written<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Inscribes too fervently that I am yours,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Believe it only penmanship and style,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or the careless informality of friends.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_10" id="page_10">{10}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="I_WOULD_HAVE_BROUGHT_YOU_FIRE" id="I_WOULD_HAVE_BROUGHT_YOU_FIRE"></a><i>I WOULD HAVE BROUGHT YOU FIRE</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I would have brought you fire for those nights<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When you were cold and lonely and in doubt.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would have brought you laughter for your tears<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And given you new dreams to dream about.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But look away, your eyes are much too bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sorrow has lent beauty to your face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And should I cast aside this cloak of years<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And live forever after in disgrace—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is an old temptation sprung anew,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Yet must not be.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah, look at me and you shall see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am, my love, as miserable as you!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="TOO_MUCH_OF_LIFE" id="TOO_MUCH_OF_LIFE"></a><i>TOO MUCH OF LIFE</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Too much of life we spend alone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too many thoughts are ours to share,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too little love we call our own<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though multitudes of men are there.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We’re strangers undetermined of<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where madness rules the lives of men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where he who dares design of love<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lives not to dare the deed again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Beware of love! Be lonely, lad.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is no death that can compare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where loving hearts are crucified,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And multitudes of men are there.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_11" id="page_11">{11}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="LONE_CELLO" id="LONE_CELLO"></a><i>LONE CELLO</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Too much is incomplete. Let’s make an end<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of all the fond impossible dreams we’ve dreamed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when we part,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We were not meant to be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too closely here companioned where the thorn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of our red love transfixes joy’s brief crown.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The roses wither, time itself decays,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And log-lit embers fall to ashes when<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The memory of the flame no longer glows.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We rode to Echo Canyon and your smile<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ran naked through the chambers of my heart.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now lonely cellos must out parting sing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As when some cool green afternoon lets fall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From one high branch a few wind-weary leaves.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We grow too old too suddenly. Farewell!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="APOCALYPSE" id="APOCALYPSE"></a><i>APOCALYPSE</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">These are the seeds of the future,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The weary, the wretched, the slain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These are the ghosts we shall harvest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In wars that shall come again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">These are the fields we have furrowed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dreams that have fallen apart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And this is the plow of our madness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fear that has entered the heart.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_12" id="page_12">{12}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, how shall we welcome the reaper<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When autumn shall fill the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When all the hope of the springtime<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is cut with the edge of despair?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_OLD_SEA_WALL" id="THE_OLD_SEA_WALL"></a><i>THE OLD SEA WALL</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, you who go hurrying, worrying by<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With never a cry or a call,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saw you a lad who was standing here<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the crest of the old sea wall?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I saw him last night in the twilight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the long low breakers rolled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And across the bay in the chapel<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An evening bell was tolled.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And we looked at each other a moment<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then from each other we turned,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I read in his eyes of a longing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That a merciless world had spurned.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, have you no answer to make me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All you who go hastening past,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And though I am late will none tell me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where he was standing last?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like a whisper I hear from the sea wall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the waters are troubled below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A murmur of wavelets complaining,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the fate of the lad I know.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_13" id="page_13">{13}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Spin onward, old world, to your ending.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hearts that you break and condemn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will someday rise madly against you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reversing your judgment of them.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_MIDNIGHT_HORSEMAN" id="THE_MIDNIGHT_HORSEMAN"></a><i>THE MIDNIGHT HORSEMAN</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ten thousand trees in the forest stood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And watched me as I passed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ten thousand trees that did not breathe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wind that rode as fast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ten thousand leaves on every tree<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Immovably aghast!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The road in the light of the moon was white,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sky overhead was gray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a kind of a washed, half-tone effect<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That took the night away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet to right and left like the cloak of death<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The deepest darkness lay.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The steed’s quick breath his hooves beat out<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And silvered all the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On, on we sped like a thing of dread;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We were a ghostly pair.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We passed the somber stricken wood;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We found no shelter there.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I might have stayed and made pretense<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I was like the rest,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_14" id="page_14">{14}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And laughed and drunk and sung their songs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As loudly as the best,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And never have given an answer to,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not recognized my quest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Farewell, and onward! Piteous flight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That leaves all friends behind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That hastes from old familiar scenes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where love was young and kind.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, petrified Sylvania,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where shall I others find?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="LONELY_HEART" id="LONELY_HEART"></a><i>LONELY HEART</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where do you wander far and afield,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lonely heart? Lonely heart, where is your shield?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where are your rings and where is your purse?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love is expensive. It’s cheaper to curse.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where are your garments? Look at your shoes.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Laughter or sorrow, which did you choose?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Walking the streets, nights that are cold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Men who are wretched, men who are bold.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Rooms in the shadows, Love me tonight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love me and leave me before it grows bright.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Don’t heed the sob of a heartbreak within.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hold me, and kiss me and teach me to sin!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_15" id="page_15">{15}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Into the quicksand, hungry and dark,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into the grotto, into the park,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into the depths of the tomb, it is said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lovers have cast themselves, living and dead.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Lonely heart, lonely heart, walking alone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Friendless and frantic, and turning to stone!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="DREAMS" id="DREAMS"></a><i>DREAMS</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If you’ve a dream at heart, lad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some wilfull, noble plan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then cherish it within, lad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tell it to no man.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To friend and foe alike be dumb<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On what you plan to do,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And keep that secret chamber locked<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until the work is through.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For I had dreams at heart, boy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But talked them all away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now I needs must start, boy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To dream anew today.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_BUGLES_CALLED" id="THE_BUGLES_CALLED"></a><i>THE BUGLES CALLED</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We lay together, he and I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon a little hill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath a tree that sheltered us,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As trees so often will.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_16" id="page_16">{16}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I touched his hand and felt him stir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Expectancy of love!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then my lips poured out my heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The things I told him of.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But when his heart began to speak<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bugles called to war<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he arose and left me there.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I never saw him more.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="MORNING_GUARD" id="MORNING_GUARD"></a><i>MORNING GUARD</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where the old road meets the new road<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I stand the guard at morn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where one comes winding down the hill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The other, through it torn.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">October’s friendly fingers dipped<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In every mellow shade<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have touched the leaves on all the trees<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That stand within the glade.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In distant treetops I behold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As I have seen in clouds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The faces of my heroes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or dead men in their shrouds.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The marching columns pass me by,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All sailor lads in blue.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And some will wink, and some will smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The way young fellows do.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_17" id="page_17">{17}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And overhead the deepening sky<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More bright and bluer flows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While one lone fleecy, sheeplike cloud<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before the dog-wind goes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The restless leaves like pounding surf<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sound breakers through the trees.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I strip of all reality<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And drown myself in these.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="WHEN_KILMER_WROTE_OF_TREES" id="WHEN_KILMER_WROTE_OF_TREES"></a><i>WHEN KILMER WROTE OF TREES</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When Kilmer wrote of trees he must have seen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The flowering catalpas all a-bloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And though about him guns spoke quick of death<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And distant cannon thundered oaths of doom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He did not harken. What were all of these<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To where beyond the trenches stood the trees?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="WILD_GEESE" id="WILD_GEESE"></a><i>WILD GEESE</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Geese in the night flying low,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I hear the beat of their wings.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wish that I could know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If they are calling to me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Rain and a wintry wind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And trees that have shed their leaf.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If man at first had not sinned<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then Christ had not been born.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_18" id="page_18">{18}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="I_WRITE_TO_YOU_IN_RED" id="I_WRITE_TO_YOU_IN_RED"></a><i>I WRITE TO YOU IN RED</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I write to you in red, though not in blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For scarlet all my memories are dyed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With deep imaginings of what the past,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The past, the past—the unforgotten gone.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ah, what it might have been designed upon!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I write to you in red because the flood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of scarlet passion prisoned, long denied<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your love, yet in your bondage bonded fast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is freed to flow again, to stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And if it can, another love esteem.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But all too long your chains upon my heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have left a scar which testifies me dead<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To all frivolity. I have no part<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With lightsome love.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I write to you in red!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="TIS_WINTER_NOW" id="TIS_WINTER_NOW"></a><i>’TIS WINTER NOW</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When spring again revisits earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in the dark there comes a stirreth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of seedlings bursting with the birth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of summer’s future flowers,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Then will I sing you songs of love<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And apple blossoms branched above<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shall know the dear devotion of<br /></span> -<span class="i4">My poor poetic powers.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_19" id="page_19">{19}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But wait till then—’tis winter now.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My thoughts in solitude are claimed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet every wind shall hear my vow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Repeated through the hours,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It’s you alone I love,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And unashamed.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="SONNET" id="SONNET"></a><i>SONNET</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like solitary mountain peaks that list<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And seem to sink in seas of restless grain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My love for you goes drowning through a mist<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of unrequited, unrecorded pain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, while there’s breath of life and passion still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While yet remains a warmth, a failing flame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within the fallen fortress of my will,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give me a moment of your love to claim.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Come let me hold you close in hushed embrace<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And crush you with the force of fierce desire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet by that love no future plan to trace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But just to love that moment to conspire.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I will not chain you, though enchained by thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The memory of your love will prison me.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_20" id="page_20">{20}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_TROPIC_DAWN" id="THE_TROPIC_DAWN"></a><i>THE TROPIC DAWN</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The tropic dawn is beautiful at sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The clouds respond so readily to light.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though overhead the stars continue bright<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And scattered like a broken string of beads,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The eastward doors of night are opened wide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And light floods all the ocean floor inside.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sun gets up, a painter out of bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To work again his canvas of the world,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To change black water into blue instead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To tint what little frantic foam gets hurled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From two waves’ temperaments with ruby fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And make the sea a thing for man’s desire.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The day comes gently, working through the clouds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which light and burn with brilliance many-hued.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sailor somewhere singing in the shrouds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With naked chest and feet and arms tatooed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His sailor hat at angle on his head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Salutes the day with thoughts of home and bed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, take me back, away from dawn and sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, take me where the heart of me would be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in some blessed meadow set me free!<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_21" id="page_21">{21}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="TWILIGHT" id="TWILIGHT"></a><i>TWILIGHT</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A little while ago that sky was gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And green that hill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And blue the white-capped sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I stood watching through these vines a ship<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That moved, hull down, beyond,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath the point.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I wonder now, before the stars are out<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And long black clouds have filled the sunset sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will I remember this at midnight hour:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How much I longed to be aboard that ship!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="ECHO" id="ECHO"></a><i>ECHO</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, weary heart, dependent for a song<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On whether someone smiles or not at thee.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, weary life, the loveless years are long<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet deathless are the thoughts of him to me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Within an ancient castle on the coast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where all the sea-dead sailor lads make moan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I hear a melancholy cello sing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its mad and mournful music to the moon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A dirge of febrile beauty and despair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That fills the night with phantom, frantic song.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And phrase to phrase with sexual life responds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While fierce satyriasis, orchestrally,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like nine symphonic horns unharmonized<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Calls wildly through the hollows of my heart.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_22" id="page_22">{22}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="STAR_COURSE" id="STAR_COURSE"></a><i>STAR COURSE</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Into the darkening east we ride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wave upon wave we thrust aside,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">White and defiant they seethe around.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What do we care! We’re homeward bound!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sea beneath and the sky above,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These are the things a man can love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not when he leaves his native shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But when, far out of the sight of land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He takes the wheel with a steady hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To guide him home once more.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then homeward, homeward be my course,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And constant be my star,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I have wandered east and west<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I have wandered far,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet home and joy can only be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where love and friendship are.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ve searched among the isles of men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The love I left behind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Explored for friendships in the waste<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of broken, humankind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sought for beauty, sought for wit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With naught of all to find.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In dens of laughter when I laughed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There came a hollow sound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet every night I went again<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To join the merry round,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every night I knew that there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My heart would not be found.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_23" id="page_23">{23}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then homeward, homeward be my course,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And constant be my star,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And may I not have changed too much<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because I’ve wandered far.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their love and laughter now I need<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who home and friendship are.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="MEMORANDUM" id="MEMORANDUM"></a><i>MEMORANDUM</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Quick are the sands that bury a man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When he lays him down to die,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And quick are the hands if there be no sands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of such fellows as you and I.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_LITANY_OF_PEARL_HARBOR" id="THE_LITANY_OF_PEARL_HARBOR"></a><i>THE LITANY OF PEARL HARBOR</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Harbor of morning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Day has begun.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hills of Oahu<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are waiting the sun.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Harbor of reveille,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hammocks away.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sailors are stirring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On ships in the bay.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Harbor of happiness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Green and complete.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Day from the summit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has smiled on the fleet.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_24" id="page_24">{24}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Harbor deceived,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Death in the sky<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Plummets to earth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before colors shall fly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Harbor surprised,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Torpedo and shell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tear through the living,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Harbor of Hell!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Harbor of terror,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Harbor of death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Harbor where fellows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are choking for breath.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Harbor of drownings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thunderous sound.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flooded compartments<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Harbor the drowned.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Harbor of fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Harbor of flame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Steel and humanity<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crumble the same.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Harbor determined,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stations are manned.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against the aggresor<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Harbor will stand.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Harbor of courage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gunners and guns<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Speak of the worth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of America’s sons.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_25" id="page_25">{25}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Harbor of shipmates,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sanctified flood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dying together,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Harbor of blood!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Harbor of wounds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath the attack,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fighting the enemy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Driving him back.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Harbor of smoke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blinding the sun.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Harbor contested,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet to be won.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Harbor of roaring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Harbor ablaze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Harbor of horror,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Harbor of praise.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Harbor resurgent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out of the gloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Self-resurrected<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out of the tomb.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Glorious Harbor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Harbor of woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Harbor of vengeance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blasting the foe.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Harbor of hours,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Endless, intense,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Harbor victorious,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Epic defense.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_26" id="page_26">{26}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dedicate Harbor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shipmates are there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sleeping forever.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Harbor of prayer.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="WE_WERE_WAITING_THAT_MORNING_FOR_COLORS" id="WE_WERE_WAITING_THAT_MORNING_FOR_COLORS"></a><i>WE WERE WAITING THAT MORNING FOR COLORS</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We were waiting that morning for colors,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the bands were ready to play,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a motor launch crossing the harbor<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was making its peaceful way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But to war and the roar of its thunder<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old Glory went up that day.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The firmament split, and our gunners,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bravest and handsomest crew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mid fiery bomb and shrapnel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, how to their stations they flew!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They fought like a legion of angels<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against the corruption of Hell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the blaze of a sacred vengeance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For shipmate lads who fell.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They fought off the vicious invader,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They cut him out of the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he dropped through the smoke of the combat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To death and destruction there.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_27" id="page_27">{27}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And our flag through the hours of battle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flew on till the fighting was won.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, beautiful, dedicate banner,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our victory has only begun.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With such gunners as ours to defend you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So bright and beloved in the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While devotion and manhood attend you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brave standard, continue on high.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We were waiting that morning for colors.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old Glory forever shall fly!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_MOTOR_LAUNCH_CREW" id="THE_MOTOR_LAUNCH_CREW"></a><i>THE MOTOR LAUNCH CREW</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Crossing the harbor, four lads in a motor launch<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saw the invader host drop from the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saw a torpedo’s white wake through the water<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Make for the stern of a vessel nearby.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Jump!” cried the coxswain, “Here is my duty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here is the logic for which I was born,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One life asunder to stop the torpedo<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere from their bodies a hundred are torn!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Nay,” cried the bowman. “We’re in this together.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glory to God and such men as ye are!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seizing a boat hook he jumped to the gunwhale,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As mad as old Ahab, as fixed as a star.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, the wild race in the harbor that morning!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prayed to his Diesel the kid engineer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Fail me not now, O my beautiful engine!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swiftly the launch and torpedo drew near.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_28" id="page_28">{28}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wake upon wake, the two masses converging,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never a word by the sternman was said.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, there was death in the harbor that morning!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Under the keel the torpedo shaft fled.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then with the force of a mighty harpooner,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Melville’s dread hero, such bowman was he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then from his arm the long boat hook went plunging<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Faster than death and destruction could flee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Into the blades of the whirling propeller,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Following after, the iron hook sank,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Changing the mark where the war head exploded,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tumbling the rocks and a tree from the bank.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then all around them the harbor was seething,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Concussion and fire and shouting and fear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they, too, are dead. Dead that motor launch coxswain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That bowman, and sternman and kid engineer!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="TO_THE_GARRISON_AT_WAKE" id="TO_THE_GARRISON_AT_WAKE"></a><i>TO THE GARRISON AT WAKE</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A little while, O sacramental dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unvisited a little while yet be.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You shall not lie forgotten nor alone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While ships there are, and planes, and guns, and men.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For now, more adamant, more fierce, more keen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In permanence and purpose fixed as stars,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To finite manhood hereby we annex<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The infinite almightiness of God,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_29" id="page_29">{29}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we shall be His judgment! Woe to that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ambitious offal sprung from Hell’s abyss<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which catastrophically we shall destroy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Annihilate, forever make extinct.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No evil feet, where from your chaliced hearts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The precious blood has spilled, shall tread that earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That holy, transubstantiated isle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose very soil is body, soul, and blood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of restless lads who loved America!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On who so tread shall light and darkness pounce,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vast winged horrors plummeting, destroy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Consuming brilliance, glut-engulfing night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like twin devourers, feed there on them!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ye ancient dead, who fell with Greece or Rome,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or in the name of Allah and his prophet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who fell through all the cycled years of war,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through plague, disaster, fell in civil strife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through revolution, famine, flood and fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Apocalyptic woe or freezing night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye ancient dead, to whom heroic stance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And unsurrendered dignity still cling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Receive who come among you now like gods,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Four hundred splendid, handsome, golden lads.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To them extend that comradship of men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who live the rugged military life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who smile that full, good-natured kind of smile,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_30" id="page_30">{30}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Most boyishly unstudied, most beloved,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who know each other’s thoughts and wants and hopes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who know what prayers are said and what forgot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who know that greatest, crucifying love<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where friends for friends on strange new crosses die!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And you, O Seraph Outpost Garrison,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who side by side heroically made stand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No quarter given, none received, none asked,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who fought those vicious legions in the three<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old elemental spheres, and of the fourth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Almost invincible to flame and death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stood firmly placed before, beneath the attack<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like Milton’s epic host against all Hell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">New rest, brave lads, in consecrated sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While lonely trumpets sing through muffled drums<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A requiem and threnody of grief.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah, great Cecilia, Bach, and Handel blind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those last full-throated notes to swell from earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That trumpet song of loneliness and night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give it a contrapuntal theme beneath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose pedal harmonies orchestrally<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall hint of resurrection, while the pipes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And organ-pillar’d flutes resound the mode<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To which the ancient dead have matched and sung.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_31" id="page_31">{31}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then light the strings until they burn as bright<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And numberless as candles round a shrine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then start the rolling drums, and set the brass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cannonically recalling one another,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And let the reeds’ ancestral wisdom speak,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What though at first the grave bassoons must weep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their melancholy, febrile lamentation.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unsheathe the horns and cut the harmonic knot.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let full grand orchestra astound the void<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With soaring fugue and metric tympani.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And in this last, let herald trumpets sing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While bright kid-trumpeteers who fell at Pearl<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Resound a call to quarters there beyond!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="CORREGIDOR_AND_CALVARY" id="CORREGIDOR_AND_CALVARY"></a><i>CORREGIDOR AND CALVARY</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Corregidor and Calvary,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Christ again is crucified,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the lovely lads who died<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are His this day in Paradise.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They hung upon a wretched cross,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We watched them day by day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wondered how such men could live<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who hung in such a way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who hung in thorns of screeching steel<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And had no time to pray.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_32" id="page_32">{32}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We knew that soon the lads must die,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet they battled death<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unmindful of his awful wings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And black, consuming breath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unmindful when he roared at them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or whispered what he saith.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For shattered men will die in pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shaken men will weep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there are things which blast the blood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And through the body creep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And men will not lie down at night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Afeared that they will sleep.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Afeared they would too deeply sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That battered hearts would burst;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And though each knew that he must die,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dawn must beckon first,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And each must feel again the grip<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of loneliness and thirst.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For none would die alone, apart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By twos and twelves they fell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if a man could walk he worked,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He loaded shot and shell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For none would die alone, apart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within a narrow cell.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Within a narrow cell at last<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All men someday must lie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But while their blood was in the heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And light within the eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They would not leave the stand they took<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath the open sky.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_33" id="page_33">{33}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They would not leave us, watching them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Examples of defeat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That when we come to look on death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And though our ranks deplete,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Somehow we must think back to them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The way they met it, meet!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"><a name="WHEN_HE_AND_I_HAD_MET" id="WHEN_HE_AND_I_HAD_MET"></a> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Alas, Love, I would thou couldst as well</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>defende thy selfe as thou canst offende others</i><br /></span> -<span class="i12">—SIR PHILIP SIDNEY<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When he and I had met I knew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The way he smiled at me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That we’d become the best of pals<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Two guys could ever be.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For night and day he filled my thoughts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I talked of only him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But there were eyes which watched us both,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Suspicious, cold, and dim.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Suspicious eyes and little mouths<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That each reporting made<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of all the times we went to swim<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or rested in the shade.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They told of how we’d taken horse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To ride about the lea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And how two lonely mounts were seen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath a rugged tree.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_34" id="page_34">{34}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They gossiped how instead of church<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We went to watch the sun<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come charging over purple hills<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see the day begun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And how we came not home again<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until that day was done.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And he and I went off to war,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet still their evil fed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He never knew, not ever will,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wretched things they said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For he was on Corregidor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now the lad is dead.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="TO_THE_MARINES" id="TO_THE_MARINES"></a><i>TO THE MARINES</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There’s only one banner says “Semper Fidelis!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There’s only one flag we defend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There’s only one heart and one mind and one body<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In all of our battles we send.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We fought and we bled on Bataan and Corregidor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, how we held them at Wake!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And waited in vain for more men and munitions<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all the Pacific at stake.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sleepers were many, but we were the few<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who wakened the quickest and fought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And while readjustment and training were planned,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We did what we could, what we ought.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_35" id="page_35">{35}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Our dead are at Henderson. Think you they rest?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They fight even now at our side,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Refusing to enter the realms of the blest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until we have beaten the tide!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_LADS_WHO_GO_BELOW" id="THE_LADS_WHO_GO_BELOW"></a><i>THE LADS WHO GO BELOW</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The enemy’s reported,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he’d like to see the show,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But he handles ammunition<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So he’s got to go below.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And he’s ready on his station,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Every nerve alert and keen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a group of grim-faced sailors<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a lower magazine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They can feel the ship’s vibrations<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the broadside salvos go,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the shatter of the turrets<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When they batter at the foe.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Send ’em up and keep ’em coming!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Man the phones and man the hoist!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweat and curse and pass the powder<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till the very deck is moist.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But the enemy is daring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his planes get through the screen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A torpedo rips the blister<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just above the magazine.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_36" id="page_36">{36}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Water fills the whole compartment,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In another fires rage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the guns still get their powder<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the enemy engage.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Trapped below, the lads are living,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the hungry hoist they feed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though the first concussion stunned them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And their deafened ears must bleed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Other hits, the foeman scoring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thunderous roars of flaming sheen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Save the ship from an explosion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flood the lower magazine!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Lads, farewell! The air was dirty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a lot of fume and smoke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It’s as bad, lads, when you smother<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As on briny water choke.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But the enemy’s defeated,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thanks to you who’ll never know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You who handled ammunition<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And who had to go below!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_ROAD_TO_HIGH_WOOD" id="THE_ROAD_TO_HIGH_WOOD"></a><i>THE ROAD TO HIGH WOOD</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It was on the road to High Wood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That we found him lying dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The soldier boy in khaki<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the broken, battered head.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_37" id="page_37">{37}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No more at dawn or sunset<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will he hear the bugle note,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor thrill to taps ascending<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From a trumpet’s silver throat.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It was on the road to High Wood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the maple leaves were burned<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the lad went out at morning<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And nevermore returned.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There are many roads to High Wood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There are many roads to Hell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the fields of wheat are rotten<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where a thousand heroes fell.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="NIGHT_WATCH" id="NIGHT_WATCH"></a><i>NIGHT WATCH</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His ship is on the ocean<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the sailor lad’s ashore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And deeply, deeply sleeping,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He’ll waken nevermore.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We buried him atop the hill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That overlooks the bay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And one there was who walked from there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With slower steps away.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And one there is on watch at night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who wears the strangest smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because he sees a specter lad<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And talks with him awhile.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_38" id="page_38">{38}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Across the world he comes to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And far horizons dim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I await the day when I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Instead, shall go to him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then we will sail on all the seas<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That poets can recite,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And stand beside another lad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And watch with him at night.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_SOLDIER_AND_THE_SAMOVAR" id="THE_SOLDIER_AND_THE_SAMOVAR"></a><i>THE SOLDIER AND THE SAMOVAR</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They shot him as he left the house<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And stripped him in the snow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But still he held the samovar<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And would not let it go.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Who knows from what fine home he came<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With afternoons at tea?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If I had been that lonely lad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They would have shot at me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For I’d have run as desperately<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behind some log to settle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sit me down beside my theft,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The big, old Russian kettle.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But dead he lies; the snow piles high<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And winter fills the land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And only spring will move the thing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And take it from his hand.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_39" id="page_39">{39}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="NOCTURNE" id="NOCTURNE"></a><i>NOCTURNE</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Beside you while you slumbered, lad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My restless heart had lain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through all the hours of the night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Aware of love and pain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Aware of love and morning’s light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And eyes that must betray<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When someday you should look in mine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then ever look away.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ll come to where you slumber, lad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If death shall mark me not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And say the prayer that now I pray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thought I had forgot.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_SWING" id="THE_SWING"></a><i>THE SWING</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The crooked swing that hung beneath<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The crooked willow tree<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brought all his laughter to my ears<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When school was out at three.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When later years and afternoons<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their symphony had sung<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath the crooked willow tree<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An idle swing had hung.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then war came on. There’s always war<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To readjust the past,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_40" id="page_40">{40}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he got leave and I got leave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And home we came at last.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But I alone return tonight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And naught to battle bring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For he is dead beneath the tree<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And broken hangs the swing.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="SOMEWHERE_ON_LEAVE" id="SOMEWHERE_ON_LEAVE"></a><i>SOMEWHERE ON LEAVE</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Unfurrowed field and lonely plow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The laughing lad has fled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweet-throated, unaccompanied lark,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The laughing lad is dead.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I found him on a barren tract,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stretched out and lying still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on his lips the blood had dried,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on the blasted hill.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, that was far from hills like these,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A hundred thousand guns<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are booming, bursting in his ears<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he does not hear a one.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A soldier’s thoughts and a soldier’s laugh<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a soldier’s boyish grin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are dead on a lonely battlefield,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the war is yet to win.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_41" id="page_41">{41}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_SENTRY" id="THE_SENTRY"></a><i>THE SENTRY</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The night wind hums a lullaby,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A watchful bivouac keep.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The guns are silent now awhile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet, soldier, do not sleep.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though weary with the force of night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And weary with the war,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sleep not, be watchful, quick alert,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or sleep forever more.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But words are nought to tired eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what are words of praise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To minds that long to dream a bit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of other, saner days.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He sleeps, unmindful of his oath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then they find him dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The other soldier stands his guard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who shot him through the head.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The night wind hums a lullaby,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A watchful bivouac keep.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The guns are silent now awhile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet, soldier, do not sleep!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="I_WATCHED_HIM_IN_THE_TOURNAMENT" id="I_WATCHED_HIM_IN_THE_TOURNAMENT"></a><i>I WATCHED HIM IN THE TOURNAMENT</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I watched him in the tournament,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when he bowled a line<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I saw the way his eyes would smile<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When things were going fine.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_42" id="page_42">{42}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I saw the lonely little frown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That made him look so grave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And older than his twenty years<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When things would not behave.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And then we did not meet again;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I heard that he was dead.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The savage sea, not you nor me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Knows where he is instead.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="SOUTH_PACIFIC" id="SOUTH_PACIFIC"></a><i>SOUTH PACIFIC</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How often had the sun been red<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sky as deep a blue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behind long, tired stretched-out clouds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I was then with you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How often had the evening sea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which you so much admired<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With archipelagos of foam<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Been bright and ruby-fired.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, all these things tonight are here<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon a distant sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I have found no other one<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To stand and watch with me.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_43" id="page_43">{43}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="DECK-APE" id="DECK-APE"></a><i>DECK-APE</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He was just a little deck-ape<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a happy kind of smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a line of boyish chatter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That could make you laugh awhile.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He was just a little deck-ape<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Always ready with a hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When a shipmate needed someone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who would help or understand.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He was just a little deck-ape,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we buried him at sea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When he stopped a strafer’s bullet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That was meant, I think, for me.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="SAILOR_BOY" id="SAILOR_BOY"></a><i>SAILOR BOY</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Upon a railway station bench he lies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Majestic image of a heathen god<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cast down unknown centuries of time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on his back for all the world to see.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He sleeps the silence of unspoken love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A smile upon his lips, his cheeks aglow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all the fire of his rhythmic heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Betraying there the secret of his dream.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And breath and life are one where fills his chest,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_44" id="page_44">{44}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And where the texture of his thighs impress<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pagan phallic frontlet in his loins<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He testifies unknowingly to youth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Unstirring in the rapture of his thoughts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He slumbers in the wakeful watch<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of envy and desire!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="AVENGE" id="AVENGE"></a><i>AVENGE</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Avenge! Avenge! Great sword of God,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The massacre of these<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ten thousand Polish soldier lads,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All hung from gallows’ trees.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Send down Thy angels armed with fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Send down Thy fiery lake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Avenge the tortured, fiercely marred,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And killed for killing’s sake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brave prisoners of Guam, Bataan, Corregidor, and Wake!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O hasten, hasten, wrath of God!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Five times five thousand slain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In one red week of murderous lust,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">New Christs, new cross, new pain!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Our patience and our mercy wait<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While they who slaughter don’t.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Annihilate! Annihilate!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We’ll do it if You won’t!<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_45" id="page_45">{45}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_CROSSING_OF_THE_RHINE" id="THE_CROSSING_OF_THE_RHINE"></a><i>THE CROSSING OF THE RHINE</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And what is the talk we make tonight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As we fill our glasses amber bright<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And drink to the guys who are in the fight,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The crossing of the Rhine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the song we sing is a simple thing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a tune that moves with a martial swing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To a set of words that have caught the ring,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The crossing of the Rhine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We laugh and we jest, and we wish them well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then we remember the lads who fell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By blasted bridge and screaming shell,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The crossing of the Rhine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Let’s stand as we pledge the guys who are there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The guys who are fighting everywhere<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through blood and guts and the power of prayer,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The crossing of the Rhine!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_BALLAD_OF_THE_DEAD_SAILOR" id="THE_BALLAD_OF_THE_DEAD_SAILOR"></a><i>THE BALLAD OF THE DEAD SAILOR</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, where are the rest of my shipmates,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And why am I not at sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what is this lonely valley<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where no one is but me?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_46" id="page_46">{46}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Have they sailed away without me?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will they ever again return?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I never thought when he was dead<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sailor’s heart would yearn.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, how did I die? In battle?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or how did I die? Asleep?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were there any who laughed when they heard it?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were any too stunned to weep?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But who dressed me up so neatly?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who brushed and combed my hair?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some fellow just doing his duty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or someone who tried to care?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whoever it was I thank him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But what have they done to my heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That it will not rest like a lonesome guest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In this world where they’ve set me apart?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Must I still call out for companions<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And want them again at my side,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though breath is forbidden me ever<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the longing I want to confide?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O you who are shipmates together,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look well at each other today,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or you’ll lie deep as I in your anguish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pine your dead heart away.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_47" id="page_47">{47}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_DEATH_OF_THE_SCHARNHORST" id="THE_DEATH_OF_THE_SCHARNHORST"></a><i>THE DEATH OF THE SCHARNHORST</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On Christmas Day in forty-three<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Nazi <i>Scharnhorst</i> put to sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For word somehow had reached Berlin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An Allied convoy was within<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Two hundred miles of where she lay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In some Norwegian, hidden bay.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She went ahead, two-thirds her speed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A mighty, master-monster steed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She left the fjords, mountain walled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where oft her echoing bugles called,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She cleared the channel, marked the land<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Drop far astern on either hand.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She steamed through fog and arctic day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then at night, when darkness lay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Completely over all the waste,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The <i>Scharnhorst</i> charged with fuller haste<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To intercept the Allied ships<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which dared these bold Murmansk-bound trips.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Meanwhile the convoy, slow, serene,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behind an escort naval screen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proceeded eastward off North Cape.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The <i>Scharnhorst</i> sensed the coming rape,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And manned her guns that early dawn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But this is what she came upon:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The cruisers <i>Norfolk</i>, and <i>Belfast</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And <i>Sheffield</i>, all the long night past<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had known the wild sea horse was free<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To terrorize the Northern Sea,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_48" id="page_48">{48}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they had placed themselves between<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The charging <i>Scharnhorst</i> and the screen.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The winter’s dawn was blackboard gray.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The <i>Scharnhorst</i> held her plotted way.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The <i>Norfolk</i>, <i>Sheffield</i>, and <i>Belfast</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were tense with waiting. Hours passed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As closer these two forces drew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Determined ships, determined crew.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The British sensed the approach of doom.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The <i>Scharnhorst</i> paused within the gloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But then a star shell, bursting high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Illumined her against the sky.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The great seabeast began to snort<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From every nostril turret fort.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The <i>Sheffield’s</i> guns belched smoke and flame;<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Belfast’s</i> quick turrets did the same,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The <i>Norfolk’s</i> screaming shell bursts bit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The monster’s triple hull, a hit!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The <i>Scharnhorst</i> screamed, she turned and fled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To mend her wound, to count her dead.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Belfast</i> forbade his ships pursue.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He judged what <i>Scharnhorst</i> meant to do,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pretend retreat and then renew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Attack upon the convoy later.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Scharnhorst’s</i> speed he knew was greater,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So he kept his course the straighter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Scharnhorst</i> circled east and nor’ward,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hoped to bring her power forward.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_49" id="page_49">{49}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the convoy changed its course<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To shun this grim, abhorrent horse.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cruisers cut the arc and then<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Awaited <i>Scharnhorst’s</i> charge again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When, hours later, tense with rage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Scharnhorst, plotted to engage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just merchant ships and escort craft,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had reappeared to run the raft,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She met instead the concerted blast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of <i>Norfolk</i>, <i>Sheffield</i> and <i>Belfast</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Once again the salvos thundered.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Scharnhorst</i> knew that she had blundered,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While her gunners cursed and wondered<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shells and fire as before<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through the gloomy twilight tore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swiftly, surely, more and more.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The <i>Norfolk’s</i> afterdeck was hit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A blaze of flame, the air was lit.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The <i>Scharnhorst</i> did not wait to see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What damage or what victory.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She turned once more in fearful dread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Homeward set her course and fled.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For <i>Scharnhorst</i> was a worthy prize.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Correctly had she made surmise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That other ships, the British fleet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would steam to intercept or meet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so she fled, a wounded beast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To seek the dark, protective east.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_50" id="page_50">{50}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But all this while, to interplace<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Between the <i>Scharnhorst</i> and her base,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To cut the Nazi monster’s course,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To bridle all her vicious force,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To leave a wreck of twisted torque,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There steamed the mighty <i>Duke of York</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Two hundred miles away or more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The <i>Duke</i> and her destroyers bore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When first the battle message came.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Belfast</i> continued to proclaim<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The <i>Scharnhorst’s</i> course, and from this plot<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The <i>Duke</i>, her speed, position got.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For brave <i>Belfast</i>, and <i>Sheffield</i>, too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And <i>Norfolk</i> this time did pursue.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The <i>Scharnhorst</i> turned, she headed south,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And flung herself into the mouth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of <i>Duke</i>, <i>Jamaica</i>, and the horde,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Saumarez</i>, <i>Savage</i>, <i>Scorpion</i>, <i>Stord</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Illuminate the enemy!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Belfast’s</i> bright shell broke high and free.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The heavy night with heavy haze<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had been descending, but the blaze<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of light and brilliance caught the steed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Betrayed her form, her frothing speed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The <i>Duke’s</i> great turrets boldly spoke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Belched shell and fire, fume and smoke.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Concussion tore the night around.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The shells went screaming through the sound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And landed close aboard the Hun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A “straddle” salvo number one.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_51" id="page_51">{51}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The <i>Duke</i> corrected plot and range<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there began a fierce exchange<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of shell and suffering. <i>Scharnhorst</i> blazed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where blasts and flame her structures razed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She turned to east in panicked fright<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sought the dark, descending night.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The <i>Duke</i> sped after, sending shell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fired havoc, roaring hell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Raining down upon the fleeing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Battered, bruised and barely seeing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nazi supership which sped<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ever more and more ahead.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At last the <i>Duke</i> had lost the range.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her guns were silenced, but a strange<br /></span> -<span class="i0">New battle lit the horizon’s edge<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And smote the <i>Scharnhorst</i> like a sledge.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She reared and tossed and bellowed toward<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Saumarez</i>, <i>Savage</i>, <i>Scorpion</i>, <i>Stord</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She did not flee as fast, for they,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More swiftly speeding on their way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’ertook her and on either bow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Engaged the bleeding <i>Scharnhorst</i> now.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her voice was wild, her aim was bad;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She fought with all the guns she had.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At forty knots the destroyers came.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ten thousand yards, they took their aim;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Six thousand yards, without a change<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of course or speed they closed the range.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Two thousand yards, they launched their dread<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Torpedoes, and away they sped.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_52" id="page_52">{52}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The <i>Scharnhorst</i> snorted, scored a hit.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Saumarez</i> felt the blast of it.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But then the launched torpedoes struck,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And <i>Scharnhorst’s</i> inner heart was stuck.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her guns began a wild, red fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She’d lost her speed, could not retire.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By now the <i>Duke of York</i> had closed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with another force composed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of <i>Sheffield</i>, <i>Norfolk</i>, and <i>Belfast</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Jamaica</i>, and come up at last,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Four escorts from the convoy screen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Began a new approach routine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The <i>Scharnhorst</i> shuddered, shell on shell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From eight destroyers upon her fell.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From four crack cruisers she sustained<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The heavy, horrid fire they trained.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each salvo from the <i>Duke of York</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Left her unsteady as a cork.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Around and round the battle raged,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On every side she was engaged<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By greater force and stronger will,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A broken thing of beauty still;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then the ships received command<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To stand well clear on every hand.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The battle paused. The night returned,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in that dark the <i>Scharnhorst</i> burned.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The swift and final act began.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Jamaica</i> left the cruiser van<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And headed toward the trembling pile<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where life and metal burned the while.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_53" id="page_53">{53}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A neat destroyer trained her lights<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the target and the sights<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Aboard <i>Jamaica</i>, set to kill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could pledge the beast her final thrill.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Jamaica</i> swung. Torpedoes leapt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their course and their appointment kept.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A last great roar the <i>Scharnhorst</i> gave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then rolled her fires beneath the wave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wretched, moving, dying thing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within the watchful naval ring.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The black, salt sea her vitals drank,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, quenched her thirst, the <i>Scharnhorst</i> sank.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="LITTLE_BOYS_AND_LITTLE_DOGS" id="LITTLE_BOYS_AND_LITTLE_DOGS"></a><i>LITTLE BOYS AND LITTLE DOGS</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Little boys and little dogs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are made for one another.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For show me, sir, a little dog<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just taken from its mother<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That will not find a tenderness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And clumsy kind of joy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the care, and taking care, of<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A loving little boy.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_54" id="page_54">{54}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="USS_OKLAHOMA_RETURNS_TO_HER_CREW" id="USS_OKLAHOMA_RETURNS_TO_HER_CREW"></a>U.S.S. OKLAHOMA <i>RETURNS TO HER CREW</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We did not recognize her as she sank among us here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wretched hulk, dismasted, disemboweled and stripped of gear.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We did not recognize her. They were selling her for junk<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When she listed like a derelict, abandoned, wrecked, and sunk.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For we were sea-dead sailors wandering aimlessly the deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without a ship, without a bunk, without a place to sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For we were sea-dead sailors of a ship that killed us all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When she rolled her weight upon us as the bombs began to fall.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We loved that ship. Her lines were trim, her speed was fleet and free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when she joined maneuvers she was beautiful to see.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That morning when torpodoes struck, with water, oil and blood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She swiftly filled and overturned her masthead in the mud.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How long we lived, how long lay dead within her flooded sides<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till all awakened, spirit-drifted, ebbing with the tides!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_55" id="page_55">{55}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, some were brave but could not save the other, some afraid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all upon a hillside we were later, gently laid.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We did not recognize her, for the ship we loved so well<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had died with us that morning in the harbor’s flaming Hell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And our remembrance was not this, a scrapped and broken hull<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That came among us timid as a shy and lonely gull.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We turned our backs upon her; she was not of our command,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But suddenly a seaman with a flashlight in his hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Began to signal frantically. We turned and somehow knew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She was the <i>Oklahoma</i> and she knew we were her crew.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We wept, we cried, we swarmed aboard, we kissed her weary decks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We made a thousand seaweed leis and hung them round our necks.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We danced, we laughed; our salted eyes flowed tears without relief,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For it was good to know at last the end of all her grief.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We built a superstructure, casemates, turrets, funnel, jack.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We fitted out compartments and we put the galley back.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_56" id="page_56">{56}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">We mustered on the quarterdeck and bowed our heads in thanks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mourned for those, our shipmates, who were missing from the ranks.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We stationed watch and quarters and we stowed our gear below.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We manned the bridge and sea-details, and rode the undertow.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some evening in the sunset of a bright and happy day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We’ll come steaming through the Golden Gate for San Francisco Bay!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="NIGHT" id="NIGHT"></a><i>NIGHT</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Night is a stricken bird whose breast is laid against the earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose broken wings both comfort and surround the compassed air.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Night is a fallen sparrow boys have stoned in spending small<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or token sums of their vast wealth’s amazing cruelty.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Night is a stricken bird whose heart has throbbed against my own,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose broken wings have brushed my cheek, whose beak has hit my lip.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Night is a restless fellow gone to bed, who cannot sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet will not rise to walk the parks and barter with desire.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_57" id="page_57">{57}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Night is all the sewers of a frustrate mind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spewing up positioned nudes inseminating one another!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="FOR_ALL_HEROES" id="FOR_ALL_HEROES"></a><i>FOR ALL HEROES</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here are the guys who have died for the world,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Died for the battles in which they were hurled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Died for the flags that have long since been furled,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And on this cross, Christ!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here are the bastard, expendable lot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here are the laughs when the laughter is not,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here are the guys who are always forgot,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And on this cross, Christ!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Look, you! Behold through the beard and the blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The face of the lover inflamed with the crud;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See the strong limbs that lie still in the mud.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look on the red lips that open no more.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What does it matter by what gods they swore?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">War’s the procurer and here lies his whore!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What can you say to a guy when he’s dead?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kneel down beside him, lift up his head?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thank what you thank it was not you instead?<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And on this cross?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_58" id="page_58">{58}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">God love you and keep you, you son of a bitch,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scratching your ass or wherever you itch,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Restless in sleep as you jump and you twitch.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Go, when you’re called from your haunts and your sports;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Go, be a number in battle’s reports.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Drown your desires and shoot in your shorts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take up your rifle and take up your clip,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take the canteen and water you’ll sip.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You’ve got a class that you don’t want to skip,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">As on this cross, Christ!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="FOXHOLE" id="FOXHOLE"></a><i>FOXHOLE</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Your nearness thundered through me and I shook,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when you said, “You’re trembling.” I said, “Yes.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then you asked, “Ya scared?” What could I say?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We two had been together since the States<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I had kept the bluff and we were friends.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Why, I remember how it was we met.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We both were standing naked. You were soaped<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From head to foot and then the shower quit.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I never heard a rhythmic stream of words<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So finely mouthed, and chewed and spitted out<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But now we lie together in the sand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon a tropic beach. The enemy,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_59" id="page_59">{59}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For all our air and sea and boasted might,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had held his little island and opposed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our coming with such surety of aim<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That half our comrades dropped face down, face up,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And did not feel the black and blooded wash<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That played between their sprawled and spreaded legs.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We two were forward on the farthest flank<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That hoped to outmaneuver and destroy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The deep pillbox entrenchment where the Nip<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had taken his position and command<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of all the open, dead-man beach between.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We’d found a little dune and dug us in,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the long tormented afternoon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We lobbed our ineffectual grenades<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against the fort foreknowledge of the Jap.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When night came on we got the word to hold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But silence and the darkness held us close<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I could hear your breathing, feel you near.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then there went through me an echoing roar<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As when a mountainside of snow and ice<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lets loose its frantic grip and tumbles down.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then you said, “You’re trembling.” I said, “Yes.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You asked, “Ya scared?” And I said, “Yes,” again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The silence fell between us for a while.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your hand reached out and rudely grasped my arm.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_60" id="page_60">{60}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">“You’re lying, kid.” Your grip was strong and fierce.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You held me there as if to make me shout<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With pain or ecstasy, and time rushed by<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unclocked. You shuddered then and let me go.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“You’re lying, kid, and so, sweet God, am I.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The blast of brilliance, flame and heat that came<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Exploding close beside us threw the sand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shell, and death and you and me apart.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How long we lay half buried none will tell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know I wakened somewhere near the dawn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And saw you stretched and saw your trousers torn.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I crawled beside you, brushed away the sand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That filled your eyes. I held you in my arms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pressed my mouth to yours as if my breath<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within your lungs would bring your arms around me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know I sobbed, and wept, and cursed, and prayed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My fevered hands I burned beneath your blouse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To touch your unresponsive, frigid flesh.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then I knew that you were dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">That you were dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">That you were dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i10">That we should lie no more!<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_61" id="page_61">{61}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="BURY_HIM" id="BURY_HIM"></a><i>BURY HIM</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bury him! Not where the rough, raw earth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With his fathers’ bones is filled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor bury him there where the old chiefs’ blood<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the rich, rolled plain is spilled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bury him not where he’ll be forgot,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the reason for which he was killed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, bury him. Bury him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bury him not in a lonely plot<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the midst of the fools who cried<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of his race and his face, and forgot every trace<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the reason for which he died,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While the heart of the nation’s demoralization<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Began to ascend as it sighed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Bury him. Bury him.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bury him well. Let the bugler tell<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the listening wind and the wood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How an Indian boy, who was somebody’s joy<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the pride of a small neighborhood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Met his death in the yell of a Korean hell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And, returned to his home, was accused<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of his race and his place in a nation’s disgrace,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And his burial there was refused.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Let the volley resound and the hollows be found<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To re-echo the bugle and gun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till the echoes grow dim and we know that in him<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We bury all men in this one.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For we bury the stain when we bury the slain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In these wars that are yet to be won.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_62" id="page_62">{62}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bury him, then, where such comrades shall lie<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Side by side in the long marbled sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As have longed long for sleeping, and there in their keeping<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Assign him the grave he shall keep.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In that company of others, his spiritual brothers,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose tears all were salt when they’d weep.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bury him. Bury him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bury him mournfully, he who was scornfully<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thought to be brought to disgrace among men.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bury heroically here all the stoically<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Suffered injustice and wrong that has been.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bury the dead and defeated, repeated<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Mistakes that have tumbled our honor again.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bury the past with its hate and its slaughter,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And from this sweet grave make beginning. Come, then,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bury him! 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