 | Poems 1918-21 : |  |
V. V
THERE died a myriad,
And of the best, among them,
For an old bitch gone in the teeth,
For a botched civilization,
And of the best, among them,
For an old bitch gone in the teeth,
For a botched civilization,
Charm, smiling at the good mouth,
Quick eyes gone under earth's lid,
Quick eyes gone under earth's lid,
For two gross of broken statues,
For a few thousand battered books.
For a few thousand battered books.
| Poems 1918-21 : | |