Herbert Kaufman

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Out in the chill seas of yesterday,
Where the waters are aching and break in tear spray,
And the beat of the waves that come crashing in pain
...

My name is Darino, the poet. You have heard? Oui, Comédie Française.
Perchance it has happened, mon ami, you know of my unworthy lays.
Ah, then you must guess how my fingers are itching to talk to a pen;
For I was at Soissons, and saw it, the death of twelve Englishmen.
...

We aren't much to look at if you judge us by the map;
Just a little bunch of Islands in the sea.
We're a peaceful sort of people, and we quite dislike to scrap;
We're so fond of our Tranquility.
...

JUST for a 'scrap of paper,'
Just for a Nation's word
Just for a clean tradition,
Just for a treaty slurred
...

Herbert Kaufman Biography

Herbert Kaufman (March 6, 1878 – September 6, 1947) was an American writer and newspaperman whose editorials were widely syndicated in both the United States and Canada. During World War I, Kaufman regularly contributed articles and editorials to the Evening Standard, The Times, and other leading British periodicals, along with more than 50 war poems, including the classic The Hell-Gate of Soissons.)

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Atlantis

Out in the chill seas of yesterday,
Where the waters are aching and break in tear spray,
And the beat of the waves that come crashing in pain
Are the sob-throbs of anguish and souls gone insane,
There's a dear little island- the Land of We Two,
Calling to me, sweetheart, calling to you.

Back o'er the waters and through the tear spray,
Saddened and gladdened I'm sailing away,
Back to the Land of You Must and You Can't,
Back to the game with its big rule of Shan't;
Dear little island and wonderful one,
Why in the world were you ever begun?

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