The Aqueducts Flow

Fourteen aqueducts, a watery chain,
Brought life to the city, easing its pain.
From Sabine mountains, the Claudian stream,
Flowed on solid arches, a waking dream.

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War poet whose visceral, anti-war verse exposed the horrors of trench warfare; killed one week before Armistice.

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