#English #WarWriters
The roads also have their wistful… When the weathercocks perch still… And the looks of men turn kind to… And the trams go empty to their dr… The streets also dream their dream…
O World of many worlds, O life of… What centre hast thou? Where am I… O whither is it thy fierce onrush… Fight I, or drift; or stand; or f… The loud machinery spins, points w…
Be slowly lifted up, thou long bla… Great gun towering towards Heaven… Sway steep against them, and for y… Huge imprecations like a blasting… Reach at that Arrogance which nee…
I have been urged by earnest violi… And drunk their mellow sorrows to… Of all my sorrows and my thirsting… My heart has beaten for a brave dr… Huge chords have wrought me mighty…
I mind as 'ow the night afore that… Us five got talking, —we was in th… “Over the top to—morrer; boys, we’… First wave we are, first ruddy wav… “Ah well,” says Jimmy, —an’ 'e’s…
Head to limp head, the sunk-eyed w… Yesterday’s Mail; the casualties… And (large) Vast Booty from our… Also, they read of Cheap Homes, n… For, said the paper, “When this w…
Who are these? Why sit they here… Wherefore rock they, purgatorial s… Drooping tongues from jays that sl… Baring teeth that leer like skulls… Stroke on stroke of pain,—but what…
So the church Christ was hit and… Under its rubbish and its rubble. In cellars, packed—up saints long… Well out of hearing of our trouble… One Virgin still immaculate
Be slowly lifted up, thou long bla… Great Gun towering towards Heaven… Sway steep against them, and for y… Huge imprecations like a blasting… Reach at that Arrogance which nee…
I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the b… And caused a permanent stoppage in… And buckled with a smile Mausers… And rusted every bayonet with His… And there were no more bombs, of o…
Bugles sang, saddening the evening… And bugles answered, sorrowful to… Voices of boys were by the river—s… Sleep mothered them; and left the… The shadow of the morrow weighed o…
My arms have mutinied against me —… My fingers fidget like ten idle br… My back’s been stiff for hours, da… Death never gives his squad a Sta… I can’t read. There: it’s no use.…
Sit on the bed; I’m blind, and th… Be careful; can’t shake hands now;… Both arms have mutinied against me… My fingers fidget like ten idle br… I tried to peg out soldierly —no u…
Between the brown hands of a serve… The silver cross was offered to be… The men came up, lugubrious, but n… And knelt reluctantly, half—prejud… (And kissing, kissed the emblem of…
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting… And shivered in his ghastly suit o… Legless, sewn short at elbow. Thr… Voices of boys rang saddening like… Voices of play and pleasure after…