Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
On the AmbulanceRobert Redfield, Jr.
From “War Sketches”
“… T
I mean. Something felt queer behind my back.
Here, take my pocket light.”
“You needn’t stop.
I’ll look…. He’s dead.”
Dawn must be nearly here—the star-shells bloom
More palely on the sky. He must have died
Just now….”
“I never saw so many stars.”