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This is war: Boys flung into a breach Like shoveled earth And old men, Broken, Driving rapidly before crowds of people In a glitter of silly decorations. Behind the boys And the old men, Life weeps, And shreds her garments To the blowing winds.

Amy Lowell

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Amy Lowell
Age: 51 †
Born: 1874
Born: February 9
Died: 1925
Died: May 12
Poet
Socialite
Writer
Brookline
Massachusetts
Amy Lawrence Lowell
Men
Driving
Decoration
Life
Behinds
Glitter
Like
Broken
Garments
People
Behind
Blowing
Decorations
Wind
Rapidly
Weeps
Boys
Winds
Shreds
War
Crowds
Flung
Earth
Silly
Breach

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