One frosty night when the guns were still I leaned against the trench Making for myself hokku Of the moon and flowers and of the snow: But the ghostly scurrying of huge rats Swollen with feeding upon men's flesh Filled me with shrinking dread. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE BUST OF HELEN BY CANOVA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SUMMER. THE SECOND PASTORAL, OR ALEXIS by ALEXANDER POPE CONSIDER by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ENVOY: 2. TO MY MOTHER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SONNET: TO SLEEP by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE INDIAN UPON GOD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS DICING by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS |