Haiku

Konichiwa

Raindrops cold and wet

illness is spreading

The night comes early

Complete silence

my nose is red

the world lost its color

Tiny candles in the clear sky

sand surrounds my skin

releasing the warmth of the day

WW1 Poetry

When You See Millions of the Mouthless Dead

When you see millions of the mouthless dead

Across your dreams in pale battalions go,

Say not soft things as other men have said,

That you'll remember. For you need not so.

Give them not praise. For, deaf, how should they know

It is not curses heaped on each gashed head?

Nor tears. Their blind eyes see not your tears flow.

Nor honour. It is easy to be dead.

Say only this, "They are dead." Then add thereto,

Yet many a better one has died before."

Then, scanning all the o'ercrowded mass, should you

Perceive one face that you loved heretofore,

It is a spook. None wears the face you knew.

Great death has made all his for evermore.


Italian Sonnet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!