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 […]

Edgell Rickword, "War and Peace"

War and Peace In sodden trenches I have heard men speak, Though numb and wretched, wise and witty things; And loved them for the stubbornness that clings Longest to laughter when Death’s pulleys creak; And seeing cool nurses move on tireless feet To do abominable things with grace, Deemed them sweet sisters in that haunted […]