DAYS of the dead men, Danny. Drum for the dead, drum on your remembering heart. Jaures, a great love-heart of France, a slug of lead in the red valves. Kitchener of Khartoum, tall, cold, proud, a shark's mouthful. Franz Josef, the old man of forty haunted kingdoms, in a tomb with the Hapsburg fathers, moths eating a green uniform to tatters, worms taking all and leaving only bones and gold buttons, bones and iron crosses. Jack London, Jim Riley, Verhaeren, riders to the republic of dreams. Days of the dead, Danny. Drum on your remembering heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOTHWELL: PART 4 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN PUSSY-WILLOW TIME by ROBERT FROST THE FLOWER BOAT by ROBERT FROST THE COLOR SERGEANT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 4. NEW JERSEY by CLARENCE MAJOR A LITTLE GIRL'S PRAYER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD IN 'DESIGNING A CLOAK TO CLOAK HIS DESIGNS' YOU WRESTED FROM OBLIVION by MARIANNE MOORE |