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- Vera-Lynn Cowered when the wall came down
- by Gumbanu
- in gumbanu.blog.co.uk
- 5 hours old
- The retired major came by most days, weather permitting. he spoke of times past, when he had served in the sub-continent. now his concern was far from those incadescent times. he brought, on most occasions, an apple, or at least a lump of sugar, to offer the cow dubed Vera-Lynn by her master, as if a cow can havr a master, the retired major... more
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- THE ENEMY
- by kendrive
- in poemsandprose.blog.co.uk
- 1 day old
- More from Isaac Rosenberg. It is not until the last word of the last line that he reveals what this poem is really about! Don't go there yet. THE IMMORTALS I killed them, but they would not die. Yea! all the day and all the night For them I could not rest or sleep, Nor guard from them nor hide in flight. Then in my agony I turned And made my... more
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- IF I SHOULD DIE
- by kendrive
- in poemsandprose.blog.co.uk
- 4 days old
- Rupert Brooke is one of the best-known poets of the First World War. However, despite the subject of many of his poems, he never experienced combat at first hand. He served in the army in Antwerp but, whilst en route to Gallipoli, he contracted septicaemia from a mosquito bite and died on St. George's Day 1915, aged 27. He was also known for... more
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- two sad, true stories about young love and war
- by alecweston
- in alphamin.blog.co.uk
- 5 days old
- ¶ I guess, for a guy, I cry easy, but let me try these on you. (1) I read this in a review of a book today about what it was like to be young in previous centuries. The story is drawn from the diary of the author's grandmother: She fell in love with a young man when she was very young. It was awkward, because none of her elder sisters... more
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- MAKING A GHOST
- by kendrive
- in poemsandprose.blog.co.uk
- 6 days old
- Keith Douglas was born in 1920. His father fought in the First World War, and in the Second World War Keith chose to fight too. After only a year at university he joined the cavalry (he loved horse-riding), but like the rest of the cavalry he actually trained in tanks. He was injured by a landmine during the battles in Egypt, and was taken to a... more
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- IN MERCY, DEATH COME QUICKLY
- by kendrive
- in poemsandprose.blog.co.uk
- 10 days old
- In this poem Walt Whitman reminisces in old age about caring for the wounded and dying in the First World War. It is a vivid flahback to the battlefield. It is quite a long poem and I have omitted the first few introductory verses. If you would like to read it in its entirety, go to: http://www.bartleby.com/42/818.html THE WOUND-DRESSER Bearing... more
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- 'WRITE MY OLD GIRL, JIM"
- by kendrive
- in poemsandprose.blog.co.uk
- 12 days old
- THE LETTER (With B.E.F. Jun 10.) Dear Wife, (Oh blast this pencil. 'Ere, Bill, lend's a knife.) I'm in the pink at present, dear. I think the war will end this year. We don't see much of them square-'eaded 'Uns. We're out of harm's way, not bad fed. I'm longing for a taste of your old buns. (Say, Jimmie, spare's a bite of bread.) There don't... more
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- AND SO THE WARS CONTINUE
- by kendrive
- in poemsandprose.blog.co.uk
- 12 days old
- After "Teddy Bears for Guns" yesterday, I bring you another poem by Ada A. Aharoni, Ph.D. International President of PAVE PEACE Association and Coordinator of the International BAN - WAR CAMPAIGN. This is adressed to Wilfred Owen, the great WW1 poet - who died in "The war to end all wars". When will they ever learn?, When will they ever... more
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- WAR'S HELL
- by kendrive
- in poemsandprose.blog.co.uk
- 14 days old
- A DEAD BOCHE To you who’d read my songs of War And only hear of blood and fame, I’ll say (you’ve heard it said before) ”War’s Hell!” and if you doubt the same, Today I found in Mametz Wood A certain cure for lust of blood: Where, propped against a shattered trunk, In a great mess of things unclean, Sat a dead Boche; he scowled and stunk With... more
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- IN FLANDERS FIELDS
- by kendrive
- in poemsandprose.blog.co.uk
- 16 days old
- In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you... more
