If you read quickly to get through a poem to what it means, you have missed the body of the poem.
Type: Critic Born: July 23, 1912 |
Hell is nothing else but nature departed or excluded from the beam of divine light.
From each one of them rose separate columns of smoke, meeting in a pall overhead, and through the smoke came stabbing flashes of fire as German shells burst with thudding shocks of sound. This was the front line of battle.