In Time of “The Breaking of Nations”
I Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk With an old horse that stumbles and nods Half asleep as they stalk. II Only a thin smoke without… Read more »
I Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk With an old horse that stumbles and nods Half asleep as they stalk. II Only a thin smoke without… Read more »
Dead! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the west by the sea. Dead! both my boys! When you sit at… Read more »
Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work— I am the grass; I cover all. And pile them high at Gettysburg And pile… Read more »
What happened that day 26th of November – a Wednesday the day when Mumbai was turned upside down and terrorists blowed up the entire town men, women, children – none… Read more »
As they fight it grows and grows, Wondering who is next to go. Crying as the bloodshed flows, He is afraid now that he is all alone. This poem was… Read more »