Occupation: Poet Birth: November 25, 1890 Death: April 1, 1918
I cant look at things in the simple, large way that great poets do..
Earth has waited for them, All the time of their growth Fretting for their decay: Now she has them at last..
You mustnt forget the circumstances I have been brought up in, the little education I have had..
The darkness crumbles away It is the same old druid Time as ever..
I can only say that one's individual situation is more real and important to oneself than the devastations of fates and empires especially when they ….
I will not leave a corner of my consciousness covered up, but saturate myself with the strange and extraordinary new conditions of this life, and it ….
Nobody ever told me what to read, or ever put poetry in my way.
I wanted to write a battle song for the Judeans but so far I can think of nothing noble and weighty enough.
Poetical appreciation is only newly bursting on me..
I never joined the army for patriotic reasons..