The Death of a SoldierLife contracts and death is expected,As in a season of autumn.The soldier falls.He does not become a three-days personage,Imposing his separation,Calling for pomp.Death is absolute and without memorial,As in a season of autumn,When the wind stops,When the wind stops and, over the heavens,The clouds go, nevertheless,In their direction.— Wallace Stevens, 1918
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