Category Archives: wwi poetry

“Jimmy Doane,” Rowland Thirlmere

Posted on December 4, 2011 by Victoria Janssen

Jimmy Doane Often I think of you, Jimmy Doane,– You who, light-heartedly, came to my house Three autumns, to shoot and to eat a grouse! As I sat apart in this quiet room, My mind was full of the horror … Continue reading →

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“Canada to England,” Marjorie L. C. Pickthall

Posted on November 27, 2011 by Victoria Janssen

Canada to England Great names of thy great captains gone before Beat with our blood, who have that blood of thee: Raleigh and Grenville, Wolfe, and all the free Fine souls who dared to front a world in war. Such … Continue reading →

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“The Volunteer,” Herbert Asquith

Posted on November 20, 2011 by Victoria Janssen

The Volunteer Here lies a clerk who half his life had spent Toiling at ledgers in a city grey, Thinking that so his days would drift away With no lance broken in life’s tournament: Yet ever ’twixt the books and … Continue reading →

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“The Superman,” Robert Grant

Posted on November 13, 2011 by Victoria Janssen

The Superman The horror-haunted Belgian plains riven by shot and shell Are strewn with her undaunted sons who stayed the jaws of hell. In every sunny vale of France death is the countersign. The purest blood in Britain’s veins is … Continue reading →

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“Requiescant,” Frederick George Scott

Posted on November 11, 2011 by Victoria Janssen

Requiescant In lonely watches night by night Great visions burst upon my sight, For down the stretches of the sky The hosts of dead go marching by. Strange ghostly banners o’er them float, Strange bugles sound an awful note, And … Continue reading →

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“Veglia,” Giuseppe Ungaretti

Posted on November 6, 2011 by Victoria Janssen

Veglia Cima Quattro il 23 dicembre 1915 Un’intera nottata buttato vicino a un compagno massacrato con la sua bocca digrignata volta al plenilunio con la congestione delle sue mani penetrata nel mio silenzio ho scritto lettere piene d’amore Non sono … Continue reading →

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“The Return,” John Freeman

Posted on October 30, 2011 by Victoria Janssen

The Return I heard the rumbling guns. I saw the smoke, The unintelligible shock of hosts that still, Far off, unseeing, strove and strove again; And Beauty flying naked down the hill From morn to eve: and the stern night … Continue reading →

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“The Island of Skyros,” John Masefield

Posted on October 23, 2011 by Victoria Janssen

The Island of Skyros Here, where we stood together, we three men, Before the war had swept us to the East Three thousand miles away, I stand again And hear the bells, and breathe, and go to feast. We trod … Continue reading →

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“A Mother’s Dedication,” Margaret Peterson

Posted on October 16, 2011 by Victoria Janssen

A Mother’s Dedication Dear son of mine, the baby days are over, I can no longer shield you from the earth; Yet in my heart always I must remember How through the dark I fought to give you birth. Dear … Continue reading →

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“The Trenches,” Frederic Manning

Posted on October 9, 2011 by Victoria Janssen

The Trenches Endless lanes sunken in the clay, Bays, and traverses, fringed with wasted herbage, Seed-pods of blue scabious, and some lingering blooms; And the sky, seen as from a well, Brilliant with frosty stars. We stumble, cursing, on the … Continue reading →

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