Buckles Poems - Poems about Buckles

A hundred-ten year old soldier was interred in Arlington Cemetery today. Corporal Frank Woodruff Buckles now sleeps nigh his comrades in sacred clay, Awaiting that glorious morn when Gabriel's bugle will sound that final call, To fall in for the last calling of the roll! Corporal Buckles will be standing tall! "Taps" was played echoing far beyond...

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9. like the light like the dark yet it is full of the sound of steps again it wakes up on the forest-road taking leave from the yellow construction all the sound of the bamboo-flute sinks today into the green minerals it is not moonlight on the road it is some north-east sadness he who...

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7. the leaf of jack-fruit is luxuriant i can’t remember whether i ever notice the portrait of your face on it there are so many words that are slippery how much rustic is the dust of the legs of the young person is known to the road of the city daubing green on both palms...

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4. on this spine having a mouth of crocodile always jump down the climate everyday the sunglass changes look at the soil and the sky no one of them has any body-guard the open mouth of the light swallows the grey coin here the wall becomes more tamed the wild jasmine comes nearer...

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1. any colour may be applied to the night-dress this city actually has no cart driven by horses before a pretty long time the shepherds had also told adieu by secret signalling the red-hat addiction called the pigeons sitting on the broken sticks of the antenna to come nearer on those dead-news the travel-story keeps awake...

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