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214 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1946
And because the sight of an exiled bird wounded an exile's heart,
I payed your ransom and set you free, and you flew away to the clouds.
There happened to be an old farm labourer
Who came by chance that way.
He bowed his head and sighed a deep sigh;
But this sigh nobody understood.
He was thinking, ‘A cluster of deep-red flowers
Would pay the taxes of ten poor houses.’
Do not let me hear you talking together
About titles and promotions;
For a single general’s reputation
Is made out of ten thousand corpses