Napoleon

Poem By Walter de la Mare

'What is the world, O soldiers?
It is I:
I, this incessant snow,
This northern sky;
Soldiers, this solitude
Through which we go
Is I.'

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A beautifully concise poetic monument to suffering and mgalomania


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