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Waiting for the Barbarians What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum? The barbarians are to arrive today. Why such inaction in the Sen...

i sing of Olaf glad and big i sing of Olaf glad and big whose warmest heart recoiled at war: a conscientious object-or his wellbelovéd colon...

Dulce Et Decorum Est Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunt...

Carentan O Carentan BY LOUIS SIMPSON Trees in the old days used to stand And shape a shady lane Where lovers wandered hand in hand Who c...

A Reminiscence BY ANNE BRONTË YES, thou art gone! and never more Thy sunny smile shall gladden me; But I may pass the old church door,...

The War in the Air BY HOWARD NEMEROV For a saving grace, we didn't see our dead, Who rarely bothered coming home to die But simply staye...

The Performance BY JAMES L. DICKEY The last time I saw Donald Armstrong He was staggering oddly off into the sun, Going down, off the Ph...

Mother and Poet BY ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the west by the...

For a War Memorial BY G. K. CHESTERTON (SUGGESTED INSCRIPTION PROBABLY NOT SUGGESTED BY THE COMMITTEE) The hucksters haggle in the mart The ...

Tommy by Rudyard Kipling I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer, The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red...

Not going to segregate my moral concerns..

Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with the juicy bone. Silence the pianos...

I I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. I have passed with a no...

It takes a lot to leave me so flabbergasted that I can't think what to say: Bible verses inscribed on Marine rifle sights with tax dolla...

A really wonderful new friend of mine pointed me to Starhawk's latest essay in the WaPo's "On Faith" series . It's so...

What NTodd Said . Picture found here .

It's your quagmire, now, Mr. Obama. And the blood's on your hands.

So Robert McNamara's dead at ninety fucking three, while some of the best of my generation died at his behest at 19, 20, 21. Others wer...

What NTodd Said .