Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The CensorJohn R. C. Peyton
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He lit his pipe and read them hastily.
This France is some swell place, I’m telling you!
The wine is great—and oh, the women, boy!….”
This is a cruel war—but God is good.
My bunkie’s gone—went West last week, poor chap…..
Dear sister, pray for me. Good-night. Good-bye.”
And how’s the boy? I dreamt about you both
Last night. Don’t worry, dear, I’ll soon be home
And now good night. These stars are kisses, dear.****”