All this slowness, all this hardness,The nearness that is waiting in my bed,The gradual self-effacement of the dead. Ha! Ha! Among the Trumpets (1945)
So we must say Goodbye, my darling,And go, as lovers go, for ever;Tonight remains, to pack and fix on labelsAnd make an end of lying down together. Ha! Ha! Among the Trumpets (1945)
Who is it climbs the summit of the road?Only the beggar bumming his dark load.Who was it cried to see the falling star?Only the landless soldier lost in war.And did a thousand years go by in vain?And does another thousand start again? Ha! Ha! Among the Trumpets (1945)