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Blood swept lands and seas of red

Blood swept lands and seas of red

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began…Read more
Out in the fields with God

Out in the fields with God

The little cares that fretted me. I lost them yesterday Among the fields above the sea. Among the winds at play; Among the lowing of the herds, The rustling of…Read more