Poets, write your final poems
Lovers, play your game ---
The leaves will fall for different reasons
One of these autumns, and none of the seasons
Will ever be quite the same.
Sparkling soldiers now prepare
What they were born to do---
The death for which they live their lives
They wish to share it with their wives
Their children, and with you.
-- Brian Howard
(Published in Harper's Magazine, March 1952)
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