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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
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Rapidly
Weeps
Boys
Winds
Shreds
War
Crowds
Flung
Earth
Silly
Breach
Men
Driving
Decoration
Life
Behinds
Glitter
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Broken
Garments
People
Behind
Blowing
Decorations

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