Category Archives: wwi poetry

Edward Thomas, "Gone, Gone Again"

Posted on September 11, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

Gone, Gone Again Gone, gone again, May, June, July, And August gone, Again gone by, Not memorable Save that I saw them go, As past the empty quays The rivers flow. And now again, In the harvest rain, The Blenheim … Continue reading →

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Edmund Blunden, "After the Bombing"

Posted on August 28, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

After The Bombing My hesitant design it was, in a time when no man feared,To make a poem on the last poor flower to have grown on the patch of landWhere since a gray enormous stack of shops and offices … Continue reading →

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Wilfrid Wilson Gibson, "Hill-born"

Posted on August 22, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

Hill-born I sometimes wonder if it’s really true I ever knew Another life Than this unending strife With unseen enemies in lowland mud;And wonder if my blood Thrilled ever to the tune Of clean winds blowing through an April noon … Continue reading →

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Charles Sorley, "Such, Such Is Death"

Posted on August 21, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

Such, Such Is Death Such, such is Death: no triumph: no defeat:Only an empty pail, a slate rubbed clean,A merciful putting away of what has been. And this we know: Death is not Life, effete,Life crushed, the broken pail. We … Continue reading →

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Edmund Blunden, "Vlamertinghe: Passing the Chateau"

Posted on August 15, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

Vlamertinghe: Passing the Chateau And all her silken flanks with garlands drest– But we are coming to the sacrifice. Must those flowers who are not yet gone West? May those flowers who live with death and lice? This must be … Continue reading →

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Wilfrid Wilson Gibson, ‘The Going"

Posted on August 14, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

The Going He’s gone. I do not understand. I only know That as he turned to go And waved his hand, In his young eyes a sudden glory shone: And I was dazzled by a sunset glow, And he was … Continue reading →

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"Vision," Siegfried Sassoon

Posted on August 8, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

Vision I love all things that pass: their briefness is Music that fades on transient silences. Winds, birds, and glittering leaves that flare and fall— They fling delight across the world; they call To rhythmic-flashing limbs that rove and race… … Continue reading →

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Wilfrid Wilson Gibson, "In the Ambulance"

Posted on August 7, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

In the Ambulance “Two rows of cabbages, Two of curly-greens, Two rows of early peas, Two of kidney-beans.” That’s what he is muttering Making such a song, Keeping other chaps awake, The whole night long. Both his legs are shot … Continue reading →

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Picspam of Rupert Brooke

Posted on August 3, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

I haven’t done a lot of research on Rupert Brooke (1887-1915); he’s not my favorite World War One poet by a longshot, and though he died in Greece while in the army (on the way to Gallipoli), he never saw … Continue reading →

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Charles Sorley, "When you see millions of the mouthless dead"

Posted on July 24, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

When you see millions of the mouthless dead Across your dreams in pale battalions go, Say not soft things as other men have said, That you’ll remember. For you need not so. Give them not praise. For, deaf, how should … Continue reading →