#English #WarWriters
The rank stench of those bodies ha… And I remember things I’d best fo… For now we’ve marched to a green,… Twelve miles from battering guns:… Brown lines of tents are hives for…
When in your sober mood my body ha… In sight and sound of things belov… And the green turf has hidden the… No more a close companion with tho… Then, if some bird should pipe, or…
Dusk in the rain—soaked garden, And dark the house within. A door creaked: someone was early To watch the dawn begin. But he stole away like a thief
We’d gained our first objective ho… While dawn broke like a face with… Pallid, unshaved and thirsty, blin… Things seemed all right at first.… With bombers posted, Lewis guns w…
They are gathering round.... Out of the twilight; over the grey… Shoals of low—jargoning men drift… The jangle and throb of a piano ..… Drawn by a lamp, they come
I heard a clash, and a cry, And a horseman fleeing the wood. The moon hid in a cloud. Deep in shadow I stood. ‘Ugly work!’ thought I,
I Stood with the Dead, so forsake… When dawn was grey I stood with t… And my slow heart said, ‘You must… ’Soldier, soldier, morning is red’… On the shapes of the slain in thei…
Along the grave green downs, this… Shadows of loitering silver clouds… Bring, like unfoldment of a flower… Shadows outspread in spacious move… Have dappled the downs and valleys…
You told me, in your drunken—boast… How once you butchered prisoners.… I’m sure you felt no pity while th… Patient and cowed and scared, as p… How did you do them in? Come, don…
Dim, gradual thinning of the shape… Shudders to drizzling daybreak tha… Disconsolate men who stamp their s… And turn dulled, sunken faces to t… Haggard and hopeless. They, who h…
In fifty years, when peace outshin… Remembrance of the battle lines, Adventurous lads will sigh and cas… Proud looks upon the plundered pas… On summer morn or winter’s night,
Well, how are things in Heaven? I… Because I’d like to know that you… Tell me, have you found everlastin… Or been sucked in by everlasting n… For when I shut my eyes your face…
Through darkness curves a spume of… That flood the field with shallow,… The huddled sentry stares On gloom at war with white, And white receding slow, submerged…
Hullo! here’s my platoon, the lot… ‘The war’ll be over soon.’ ‘What ’opes?’ ‘No bloody fear!’ Then, ‘Number Seven, ’shun! All…
His headstrong thoughts that once… Leapt sure from eye to brain and b… Weaving unconscious tapestries of… Are now thrust inward, dungeoned f… And he who has watched his world a…