Poem of the Week, by Archibald MacLeish
The Young Dead Soldiers, by Archibald MacLeish The young dead soldiers do not speak. Nevertheless, they are heard in the still houses: who has not heard them? They have a silence that speaks for them at night and when the clock counts. They say: We were young. We have died. Remember us. They say: We … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Archibald MacLeish