These poems, published during the war, mostly by people who weren't fighting it, ring somewhat hollow now that we have Wilfred Owen and Rupert Brookes' poems from the front. Still, it stands as a primary source of literary thinking on the war. The most interesting piece for me was Louis Untermeyer's Jerusalem where he ruminates about the possibility of a Jewish homeland and whether that would be a good thing (all of this pre-Holocaust, of course) ( )