Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The MarneCloyd Head
From “War Sequence”
W
Waste land where the rivers run red
Bearing the blood of the dead
To the charnel sea—
They build a temple and a mystery:
A freedom such as none may ever share
Who have not lived with Death,
Who have not killed.
Through uttermost destruction, reaching toward new life
Blindly, as if aware that out of death may rise
Fulfilment to whatever veiled will
Created conflict—a master-soul unknown.
The abyss, the horror, of a life made free;
The grandeur which it cannot understand.
Therefore the silence that is No-man’s Land.