Burn.

The Poet as Hero

You've heard me, scornful, harsh, and discontented, 

   Mocking and loathing War: you've asked me why 

Of my old, silly sweetness I've repented— 

   My ecstasies changed to an ugly cry. 

You are aware that once I sought the Grail, 

   Riding in armour bright, serene and strong; 

And it was told that through my infant wail 

   There rose immortal semblances of song. 

But now I've said good-bye to Galahad, 

   And am no more the knight of dreams and show: 

For lust and senseless hatred make me glad, 

   And my killed friends are with me where I go. 

Wound for red wound I burn to smite their wrongs; 

And there is absolution in my songs.

Siegfried Sassoon

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