Category Archives: wwi poetry

Edmund Blunden, "Report on Experience"

Posted on November 22, 2009 by Victoria Janssen

Report on Experience I have been young, and now am not too old;And I have seen the righteous forsaken,His health, his honour and his quality taken.This is not what we were formerly told. I have seen a green country, useful … Continue reading →

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Siegfried Sassoon, "Repression of War Experience"

Posted on November 15, 2009 by Victoria Janssen

Repression of War Experience Now light the candles; one; two; there’s a moth; What silly beggars they are to blunder in And scorch their wings with glory, liquid flame– No, no, not that,–it’s bad to think of war, When thoughts … Continue reading →

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Siegfried Sassoon, "Aftermath"

Posted on November 11, 2009 by Victoria Janssen

It’s Armistice/Remembrance/Veterans’ Day today. Aftermath Have you forgotten yet?… For the world’s events have rumbled on since those gagged days, Like traffic checked while at the crossing of city-ways: And the haunted gap in your mind has filled with thoughts … Continue reading →

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Ivor Gurney, "Pain"

Posted on October 17, 2009 by Victoria Janssen

Pain Pain, pain continual; pain unending;Hard even to the roughest, but to thoseHungry for beauty…Not the wisest knows,Nor most pitiful-hearted, what the wendingOf one hour’s way meant. Grey monotony lendingWeight to the grey skies, grey mud where goesAn army of … Continue reading →

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Wilfrid Wilson Gibson, "Hit"

Posted on October 11, 2009 by Victoria Janssen

Hit Out of the sparkling sea I drew my tingling body clear, and lay On a low ledge the livelong summer day, Basking, and watching lazily White sails in Falmouth Bay. My body seemed to burn Salt in the sun … Continue reading →

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Siegfried Sassoon, "The General"

Posted on September 13, 2009 by Victoria Janssen

The General ‘Good-morning; good-morning!’ the General said When we met him last week on our way to the line. Now the soldiers he smiled at are most of ’em dead, And we’re cursing his staff for incompetent swine. ‘He’s a … Continue reading →

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Siegfried Sassoon, "Remorse"

Posted on September 6, 2009 by Victoria Janssen

Remorse Lost in the swamp and welter of the pit, He flounders off the duck-boards; only he knows Each flash and spouting crash, –each instant lit When gloom reveals the streaming rain. He goes Heavily, blindly on. And, while he … Continue reading →

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Vera Brittain, "The German Ward"

Posted on August 30, 2009 by Victoria Janssen

The German Ward When the years of strife are over and my recollection fades Of the wards wherein I worked the weeks away,I shall still see, as a visions rising ‘mid the War- time shades, The ward in France where … Continue reading →

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Anna de Noailles, "Verdun"

Posted on August 11, 2009 by Victoria Janssen

Verdun Silence cloaks this world-famous name:A boundless morrow wraps Verdun. There French men came, one by one,Step by step, by days, by hours,To prove their most proud, most stoic love. In the stygian test they have fallen asleep. Their trembling … Continue reading →

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Edmund Blunden, "1916 Seen From 1921"

Posted on August 9, 2009 by Victoria Janssen

1916 Seen From 1921 Tired with dull grief, grown old before my day,I sit in solitude and only hearLong silent laughters, murmurings of dismay,The lost intensities of hope and fear;In those old marshes yet the rifles lie,On the thin breastwork … Continue reading →

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