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What war has left its wake of whitened bone, Soft stems of summer grass shall wave again, And all the blood that war has ever strewn Is but a passing stain. sign up for poem-a-day Receive a new poem in your inbox daily Email Address About This Poem "War" was published in From an Outpost and Other Poems (E. MacDonald, 1917). Related Poems War Music [Down on your knees, Achilles] An account of books 16-19 of the Iliad by Homer. Down on your knees, Achilles. Farther down.
National Library of Scotland Leslie Coulson Summer 2020 Leslie Coulson was born in London in 1889. His father was a columnist for the Sunday Chronicle, and Coulson, after graduating from boarding school, followed in his father’s footsteps, becoming a reporter for the London Evening News. In 1914 he moved to the Evening Standard, but with the outbreak of World War I that summer, he enlisted in the Royal Fusiliers.
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