"When I was in hospital I found I could hardly read or writ. In these circumstances I began to write poems. I found that poetry was the only kind of writing in which I could express my thoughts. One night I dreamed I was lying on the bank of a canal, under machine gun fire. The next morning I wrote it out , Carentan O Caretan, and as I wrote I realized it was not a dream, but the memory of my first time under fire"
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The Poetry of War 1939-45 ed. Ian Hamilton, London 1965
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Louis Simpson
Louis Aston Marantz Simpson (March 27, 1923 – September 14, 2012) was a Jamaican poet. He won the 1964 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for his work At The End Of The Open Road.
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