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“As we come marching, marching, we battle too for men, For they are women's children, and we mother them again. Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes; Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses!”

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James Oppenheim
James Oppenheim

James Oppenheim, born on May 24, 1882, was an influential American poet of the early 20th century. Known for his passionate and philosophical poetry, Oppenheim's works have had a profound impact on American poetry. more

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