Friday, November 03, 2006

Poetry Friday 22: Remembrance 1

Since this year is the 90th anniversary of the Battle of the Somme, I'm devoting November to Remembrance and will be posting poems of the First World War. I shall start with two by my favourite WW1 poet, Siegfried Sassoon.


(from The Old Huntsman)

At dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun
In the wild purple of the glow'ring sun,
Smouldering through spouts of drifting smoke that shroud
The menacing scarred slope; and, one by one,
Tanks creep and topple forward to the wire.
The barrage roars and lifts. Then, clumsily bowed
With bombs and guns and shovels and battle-gear,
Men jostle and climb to meet the bristling fire.
Lines of grey, muttering faces, masked with fear,
They leave their trenches, going over the top,
While time ticks blank and busy on their wrists,
And hope, with furtive eyes and grappling fists,
Flounders in mud. O Jesus, make it stop!

Does it Matter?

(from Counter-Attack and other Poems)

Does it matter? - losing your legs?...
For people will always be kind,
And you need not show that you mind
When the others come in after hunting
To gobble their muffins and eggs.

Does it matter? - losing your sight?...
There's such splendid work for the blind;
And people will always be kind,
As you sit on the terrace remembering
And turning your face to the light.

Do they matter? - those dreams from the pit?...
You can drink and forget and be glad,
And people won't say that you're mad;
For they'll know you've fought for your country
And no one will worry a bit.


Unknown said...

Wow, those are powerful poems. I see why he's your favorite. Thanks for sharing.

Michele said...

Thanks Sheila. Yes there's a great deal of power, anger and emotion in Sassoon's WW1 poetry. You can expect to see some more of Sassoon's poems during the month, although I will be quoting others too...

Michele said...

Thanks for the tip - although I will, as usual, listen to it on the radio.