Edgell Rickword, "Trench Poets"

Trench Poets I knew a man, he was my chum,but he grew blacker every day,and would not brush the flies away,nor blanch however fierce the humof passing shells; I used to read,to rouse him, random things from Donne– Like “Get with child a mandrake-root.”But you can tell he was far gone,For he lay gaping, mackerel-eyed,and […]

Charlotte Mew, "Absence"

Absence Sometimes I know the wayYou walk, up over the bay;It is a wind from that far seaThat blows the fragrance of your hair to me. Or in this garden when the breezeTouches my treesTo stir their dreaming shadows on the grassI see you pass. In sheltered beds, the heart of every roseSerenely sleeps to-night. […]

Erotica Under the Skin

I want to read erotica from the inside. The surface elements are much less important to me than how the characters feel. A bland setting or one that is poorly realized is, to me, a flaw, and an intriguing one is a bonus, but I don’t absolutely require fabulous worldbuilding. For me, erotica is about […]

Isaac Rosenberg, "Dead Man’s Dump"

Dead Man’s Dump The plunging limbers over the shattered trackRacketed with their rusty freight,Stuck out like many crowns of thorns,And the rusty stakes like sceptres oldTo stay the flood of brutish menUpon our brothers dear. The wheels lurched over sprawled deadBut pained them not, though their bones crunched,Their shut mouths made no moan,They lie there […]

"Strange Meeting," Wilfred Owen

Strange Meeting It seemed that out of battle I escapedDown some profound dull tunnel, long since scoopedThrough granites which titanic wars had groined.Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred.Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and staredWith piteous recognition in fixed eyes,Lifting distressful hands as if to […]