Category Archives: wwi poetry

Wilfrid Wilson Gibson, "The Fear"

Posted on August 8, 2009 by Victoria Janssen

The Fear I do not fear to die ‘Neath the open sky, To meet death in the fight Face to face, upright. But when at last we creepInto a hole to sleep, I tremble, cold with dread, Lest I wake … Continue reading →

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Edmund Blunden, "Premature Rejoicing"

Posted on August 2, 2009 by Victoria Janssen

Premature Rejoicing What’s that over there? Thiepval Wood. Take a steady look at it; it’ll do you good.Here, these glasses will help you. See any flowers?There sleeps Titania (correct–the Wood is ours);There sleeps Titania in a deep dugout,Waking, she wonders … Continue reading →

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Edmund Blunden, "Thiepval Wood"

Posted on August 1, 2009 by Victoria Janssen

Thiepval Wood The tired air groans as the heavies swing over, the river-hollows boom;The shell-fountains leap from the swamps, and with wildfire and fumeThe shoulder of the chalkdown convulses.Then the jabbering echoes stampede in the slatting wood,Ember-black the gibbet trees … Continue reading →

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Siegfried Sassoon, "Their Frailty"

Posted on July 26, 2009 by Victoria Janssen

Their Frailty He’s got a Blighty wound. He’s safe; and then War’s fine and bold and bright. She can forget the doomed and prisoned men Who agonize and fight. He’s back in France. She loathes the listless strain And peril … Continue reading →

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Siegfried Sassoon, "Twelve Months After"

Posted on July 18, 2009 by Victoria Janssen

Twelve Months After Hullo! here’s my platoon, the lot I had last year. ‘The war’ll be over soon.’              ‘What ‘opes?’                      ‘No bloody fear!’Then, ‘Number Seven, ‘shun! All present and correct.’They’re standing in the sun, impassive and erect.Young Gibson with his grin; and … Continue reading →

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Edward Thomas, "Rain"

Posted on July 12, 2009 by Victoria Janssen

Rain Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rainOn this bleak hut, and solitude, and meRemembering again that I shall dieAnd neither hear the rain nor give it thanksFor washing me cleaner than I have beenSince I was born into … Continue reading →

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Julian Grenfell, “Into Battle”

Posted on July 5, 2009 by Victoria Janssen

Into Battle The naked earth is warm with Spring, And with green grass and bursting trees Leans to the sun’s gaze glorying, And quivers in the sunny breeze; And Life is Colour and Warmth and Light,And a striving evermore for … Continue reading →

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Edmund Blunden, "Concert Party: Busseboom"

Posted on June 28, 2009 by Victoria Janssen

Concert Party: Busseboom The stage was set, the house was packed,The famous troop began;Our laughter thundered, act by act;Time light as sunbeams ran. Dance sprang and spun and neared and fled,Jest chirped at gayest pitch,Rhythm dazzled, action spedMost comically rich. … Continue reading →

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Edmund Blunden, "Can You Remember?"

Posted on June 21, 2009 by Victoria Janssen

Can You Remember? Yes, I still rememberThe whole thing in a way;Edge and exactitude Depend on the day. Of all that prodigious sceneThere seems scanty loss,Though mists mainly float and screenCanal, spire and fosse; Though commonly I fail to nameThat … Continue reading →

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Edward Thomas, "This Is No Case…"

Posted on June 20, 2009 by Victoria Janssen

This is no case of petty right or wrongThat politicians or philosophersCan judge. I hate not Germans, nor grow hotWith love of Englishmen, to please newspapers.Beside my hate for one fat patriotMy hatred of the Kaiser is love true:A kind … Continue reading →

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