Champs DHonneur
Soldiers never do die well;
Crosses mark the places —Wooden crosses where they fell,
Stuck above their faces
Soldiers pitch and cough and twitch —All the world roars red and black;
Soldiers never do die well;
Crosses mark the places —Wooden crosses where they fell,
Stuck above their faces
Soldiers pitch and cough and twitch —All the world roars red and black;
By A ForeignerI like Americans
They are so unlike Canadians
They do not take their policemen seriously
They come to Montreal to drink
Workingmen
He busted trusts,
And put his picture in their windows
"What he'd have done in France
So now,
Losing the three last night,
Takeing them back today,
Dripping and dark the woods
In the rain in the rain in the rain in the rain in Spain
Does it rain in Spain
Oh yes my dear on the contrary and there are no bull fights
The dancers dance in long white
If my Valentine you won't be,
I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree
Written 14th February 1956
By A ForeignerI like Canadians
They are so unlike Americans
They go home at night
Their cigarettes don't smell bad
The only man I ever
Said good
And went
He was killed in
They sucked us in;
King and country,
Christ
And the rest
The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want him for long
Notes1] Hemingway attaches this note to the title: "The title `Neo-Thomist Poem' refers to temporary embracing of church by literary gents -- E
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The age demanded that we sing And cut away our tongue
The age demanded that we flow And hammered in the bung
The age demanded that we dance And jammed us into iron pants
And in the end the age was handed The sort of shit that it dem...
Desire
All the sweet pulsing
And gentle
That were you,