Numbers of the old people cannot read. Those who can seldom do.

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I find purer philosophy in a Poem than in a Conclusion of Geometry, a chemical...

I find purer philosophy in a Poem than in a Conclusion of Geometry, a chemical...

All a poet can do today is warn.

All a poet can do today is warn.

All theological lore is becoming distasteful to me.

All theological lore is becoming distasteful to me.

The English say, Yours Truly, and mean it. The Italians say, I kiss your feet,...

The English say, Yours Truly, and mean it. The Italians say, I kiss your feet,...

The war effects me less than it ought. I can do no service to anybody...

The war effects me less than it ought. I can do no service to anybody...

My arms have mutinied against me brutes! My fingers fidget like ten idle brats, My...

My arms have mutinied against me brutes! My fingers fidget like ten idle brats, My...

A Poem does not grow by jerks. As trees in Spring produce a new ring...

A Poem does not grow by jerks. As trees in Spring produce a new ring...

All I ask is to be held above the barren wastes of want.

All I ask is to be held above the barren wastes of want.

Now rather thank I God there is no risk Of gravers scoring it with florid...

Now rather thank I God there is no risk Of gravers scoring it with florid...

Behold, A ram caught in a thicket by its horns; Offer the Ram of Pride...

Behold, A ram caught in a thicket by its horns; Offer the Ram of Pride...

Move him into the sun Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of...

Move him into the sun Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of...

When I begin to eliminate from the list all those professions which are impossible from...

When I begin to eliminate from the list all those professions which are impossible from...

Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill.

Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill.

A few, a few, too few for drums and yells, May creep back, silent, to...

A few, a few, too few for drums and yells, May creep back, silent, to...

Flying is the only active profession I would ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.

Flying is the only active profession I would ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.

My arms have mutinied against me brutes! My fingers fidget like ten idle brats, My...

My arms have mutinied against me brutes! My fingers fidget like ten idle brats, My...

I don't ask myself, is the life congenial to me? But, am I fitted for,...

I don't ask myself, is the life congenial to me? But, am I fitted for,...

Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.

Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.

My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.

My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.

Do you know what would hold me together on a battlefield? The sense that I...

Do you know what would hold me together on a battlefield? The sense that I...