The Poetry is in the pity ... The opening line first began as: ‘What passing bells for those who die so fast?’ Then it became: ‘What passing bells for you who die in herds?’ ...
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them ...
The Poetry is in the pity ... The opening line first began as: ‘What passing bells for those who die so fast?’ Then it became: ‘What passing bells for you who die in herds?’ ...
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