I Am Only Conscious Of Any Satisfaction

I Am Not Concerned With Poetry. My Subject Is War, And The Pity Of War. The Poetry Is In The Pity. Yet These Elegies Are To This Generation In No Sense Conciliatory. They May Be To The Next. All A Poet Can Do Today Is Warn. That Is Why The True Poets Must Be Truthful.

Be Bullied, Be Outraged, By Killed, But Do Not Kill.

Numbers Of The Old People Cannot Read. Those Who Can Seldom Do

Red Lips Are Not So Red As The Stained Stones Kissed By The English Dead.

After All My Years Of Playing Soldiers, And Then Of Reading History, I Have Almost A Mania To Be In The East, To See Fighting, And To Serve.