| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Casualty | | By D. H. Lawrence |
| | From “War Films”
AS I went down the street in my rose-red pelerine | |
| Some one stopped me and said, “Your lover is hurt.” | |
| “Oh, bring him to me,” I said. “Oh, lay him between | |
| My arms, let me cover him up in my skirt.” | |
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| And you—oh, see the myriad doves that walk | 5 |
| Beneath the steps of St. Paul’s! Catch several | |
| And kill for Aphrodite. Don’t speak, do not talk!— | |
| One of you kindle a fire to consume them withal. | | | | |
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