| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | On the Ambulance | | By Robert Redfield, Jr. |
| | From War Sketches
THE UPPER stretcher on the left-hand side, | |
| I mean. Something felt queer behind my back. | |
Here, take my pocket light.
You neednt stop. | |
| Ill look
. Hes dead. | |
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| I thought so. I shant stop. | 5 |
| Dawn must be nearly herethe star-shells bloom | |
| More palely on the sky. He must have died | |
Just now
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I never saw so many stars. | | | | |
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