[Free eBook] World War One British Poets: Brooke, Owen, Sassoon, Rosenberg and OthersAuthor Candace Ward – Multi-channel.co

Ironically, The Horrors Of World War One Produced A Splendid Flowering Of British Verse As Young Poets, Many Of Them Combatants, Confronted Their Own Morality, The Death Of Dear Friends, The Loss Of Innocence, The Failure Of Civilization, And The Madness Of War ItselfThis Volume Contains A Rich Selection Of Poems From That Time By Rupert Brooke, Wilfred Owen, Siegfried Sassoon, Isaac Rosenberg, And Others Known Especially For Their War Poetry As Well As Poems By Such Major Poets As Robert Graves, Thomas Hardy, A E Housman, Robert Bridges, And Rudyard KiplingIncluded Among A Wealth Of Memorable Verses Are Rupert Brooke S The Soldier, Wilfred Owen S Anthem For Doomed Youth, In The Pink By Siegfried Sassoon, In Flanders Fields By Lieut Col McCrae, Robert Bridges To The United States Of America, Thomas Hardy S In Time Of The Breaking Of Nations, Robert Graves S A Dead Boche, As Well As Works By Walter De La Mare, May Wedderburn Cannan, Ivor Gurney, Alice Meynell, And Edward ThomasMoving And Powerful, This Carefully Chosen Collection Offers Today S Readers An Excellent Overview Of The Broad Range Of Verse Produced As Poets Responded To The Carnage On The Fields Of Belgium And France

10 thoughts on “World War One British Poets: Brooke, Owen, Sassoon, Rosenberg and Others

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    When the brightest British generation marched off to World War One, many did not return Paul Fussell s award winning 1975 literary social military history, The Great War and Modern Memory, helped stoke interest in budding poets like Rupert Brooke, Wilfred Owen and Siegfried Sassoon who survived This good little 80 pp budget anthology hits the high spots.

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    WWI became a war of attrition Soldiers recognized this and opposed the war By September 1914, the Allied and Central Powers were locked into trench warfare, and 1915 1916 were marked by years of stalemate characterized by Pyrrhic victories, including that won by the Allies in Champagne where 500 yards of ground was gained in two months at a cost of 50,000 men.A saying among the British troops according to Candace Ward was Went to war with Rupert Brooke, came home with Siegfried Sassoon I have never heard that one before, so I want to check its veracity The SoldierBy Rupert BrookeIf I should die, think only this of me That there s some corner of a foreign fieldThat is for ever England There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam A body of England s, breathing English air, Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.And think, this heart, all evil shed away, A pulse in the eternal mind, no less Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given Her sights and sounds dreams happy as her day And laughter, learnt of friends and gentleness, In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.Charles Hamilton Sorley 1895 1915 criticized the self important stance he saw in Rupert Brooke s The Soldier He was killed at the age of 20 at the Battle of Loos He saw actual combat than Brooke, and he experienced the horror of the first poison gas attacks I can t help but wonder what some of these writers might have produced if they lived When You See Millions of the Mouthless Dead by Charles Hamilton SorleyWhen you see millions of the mouthless deadAcross your dreams in pale battalions go,Say not soft things as other men have said,That you ll remember For you need not so.Give them not praise For, deaf, how should they knowIt is not curses heaped on each gashed head Nor tears Their blind eyes see not your tears flow.Nor honour It is easy to be dead.Say only this, They are dead Then add thereto, Yet many a better one has died before Then, scanning all the o ercrowded mass, should youPerceive one face that you loved heretofore,It is a spook None wears the face you knew.Great death has made all his for ever.Tearsby Edward Thomas It seems I have no tears left They should have fallen Their ghosts, if tears have ghosts, did fall that dayWhen twenty hounds streamed by me, not yet combed outBut still all equals in their rage of gladnessUpon the scent, made one, like a great dragonIn Blooming Meadow that bends towards the sunAnd once bore hops and on that other dayWhen I stepped out from the double shadowed TowerInto an April morning, stirring and sweetAnd warm Strange solitude was there and silence.A mightier charm than any in the TowerPossessed the courtyard They were changing guardSoldiers in line, young English countrymen,Fair haired and ruddy, in white tunics DrumsAnd fifes were playing The British Grenadiers.The men, the music piercing that solitudeAnd silence, told me truths I had not dreamedAnd have forgotten since their beauty passed.John McCrae is remembered for the poem In Flanders Fields It became immediately popular and was used as a recruiting tool He died in a hospital in Boulogne from pneumonia In Flanders Fieldsby John McCrae, 1872 1918In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween 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 agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lieIn Flanders fields Take up our quarrel with the foe To you from failing hands we throwThe torch be yours to hold it high If ye break faith with us who dieWe shall not sleep, though poppies growIn Flanders fields.Isaac Rosenberg 1890 1918 was the child of a poor Jewish family He enlisted but he wrote in a letter not for patriotic reasons And followed with, Nothing can justify war Break of Day in the Trenchesby Isaac RosenbergThe darkness crumbles away.It is the same old druid Time as ever,Only a live thing leaps my hand,A queer sardonic rat,As I pull the parapet s poppyTo stick behind my ear.Droll rat, they would shoot you if they knewYour cosmopolitan sympathies.Now you have touched this English handYou will do the same to a GermanSoon, no doubt, if it be your pleasureTo cross the sleeping green between.It seems you inwardly grin as you passStrong eyes, fine limbs, haughty athletes,Less chanced than you for life,Bonds to the whims of murder,Sprawled in the bowels of the earth,The torn fields of France.What do you see in our eyesAt the shrieking iron and flameHurled through still heavens What quaver what heart aghast Poppies whose roots are in man s veinsDrop, and are ever dropping But mine in my ear is safe Just a little white with the dust.Louse Huntingby Isaac RosenbergNudes stark and glistening,Yelling in lurid glee Grinning facesAnd raging limbsWhirl over the floor one fire.For a shirt verminously busyYon soldier tore from his throat, with oathsGodhead might shrink at, but not the lice.And soon the shirt was aflareOver the candle he d lit while we lay.Then we all sprang up and striptTo hunt the verminous brood.Soon like a demons pantomimeThe place was raging.See the silhouettes agape,See the gibbering shadowsMixed with the battled arms on the wall.See gargantuan hooked fingersPluck in supreme fleshTo smutch supreme littleness.See the merry limbs in hot Highland flingBecause some wizard verminCharmed from the quiet this revelWhen our ears were half lulledBy the dark musicBlown from Sleep s trumpet.Wilfred Owen 1893 1918 died on November 4, only a few days before the armistice was signed That only adds poignancy to his posthumously published poems Arms and the BoyBy Wilfred OwenLet the boy try along this bayonet bladeHow cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood Blue with all malice, like a madman s flash And thinly drawn with famishing for flesh.Lend him to stroke these blind, blunt bullet leads, Which long to nuzzle in the hearts of lads, Or give him cartridges of fine zinc teeth Sharp with the sharpness of grief and death.For his teeth seem for laughing round an apple.There lurk no claws behind his fingers supple And God will grow no talons at his heels,Nor antlers through the thickness of his curls.Mental Casesby Wilfred OwenWho are these Why sit they here in twilight Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows,Drooping tongues from jaws that slob their relish,Baring teeth that leer like skulls tongues wicked Stroke on stroke of pain, but what slow panic,Gouged these chasms round their fretted sockets Ever from their hair and through their hand palmsMisery swelters Surely we have perishedSleeping, and walk hell but who these hellish These are men whose minds the Dead have ravished.Memory fingers in their hair of murders,Multitudinous murders they once witnessed.Wading sloughs of flesh these helpless wander,Treading blood from lungs that had loved laughter.Always they must see these things and hear them,Batter of guns and shatter of flying muscles,Carnage incomparable and human squanderRucked too thick for these men s extrication.Therefore still their eyeballs shrink tormentedBack into their brains, because on their senseSunlight seems a bloodsmear night comes blood black Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh Thus their heads wear this hilarious, hideous,Awful falseness of set smiling corpses Thus their hands are plucking at each other Picking at the rope knouts of their scourging Snatching after us who smote them, brother,Pawing us who dealt them war and madness.Ivor Gurney 1890 1937 was wounded in April 1917 and gassed in August 1917 He was then sent to a mental hospital His mental health had always been precarious, but his war experiences exacerbated his condition He suffered from paranoid schizophrenia He was finally confined to a mental home in Gloucester in 1922 He remained there until his death in 1937 He created song cycles to the works of A E Housman and fellow veteran Edward Thomas He also set the verse of John Clare, the 19th century poet who was also confined to a mental hospital, to music while he was being confined in a mental asylum The Targetby Ivor Gurney I shot him, and it had to beOne of us Twas him or me Couldn t be helped and none can blameMe, for you would do the sameMy mother, she can t sleep for fearOf what might be a happening hereTo me Perhaps it might be bestTo die, and set her fears at restFor worst is worst, and worry s done.Perhaps he was the only son.Yet God keeps still, and does not sayA word of guidance anyway.Well, if they get me, first I ll findThat boy, and tell him all my mind,And see who felt the bullet worst,And ask his pardon, if I durst.All s a tangle Here s my job.A man might rave, or shout, or sob And God He takes no sort of heed.This is a bloody mess indeed.

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    Been fascinated with world war one poets since Johnny Got His Gun re colored my whole world in middle school Whenever I see a collection I snag itthis one did not disappoint simply for the inclusion of this poem I have never read before or perhaps never struck me before like now Rupert Brook amazing poet IV The DeadThese hearts were woven of human joys and cares,Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.The years had given them kindness Dawn was theirs,And sunset, and the colours of th earth.These had seen movement, and heard music knownSlumber and waking loved gone proudly friended Felt the quick stir of wonder sat alone Touched flowers and furs and cheeks All this is ended.There are waters blown by changing winds to laughterAnd lit by the rich skies, all day And after,Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that danceAnd wandering loveliness He leaves a white Unbroken glory, a gathered radience,A width, a shining peace, under the night.

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    This short book collects together poems by British poets from the World War I era, most, but not all, of the poems being war poems of one variety or another Candace Ward s excellent selections include some of the most famous World War I poems, such as Rupert Brooke s The Soldier a poem that I memorized when I was a child and Wilfred Owen s Dulce et Decorum est and Anthem for Doomed Youth both of which are outstanding Yet it also includes poetry by lesser known authors, or those that I hadn t thought of as war poets For instance, it includes eight poems by Thomas Hardy, and closes with Rouen, a strong poem by May Wedderburn Cannan, a Red Cross volunteer whom I had never heard of I particularly liked the poems Ward selected by Wilfred Owen and Edward Thomas The Thomas selections include Adlestrop, another poem that I memorized in my childhood, and which remains one of my favorite of all poems It is one of the poems that has no overt connection to the war For me, the poetry by Wilfred Owen and Edward Thomas is sufficient to put this among the top ranks of poetry anthologies The remaining poems are a bonus.About my book reviews I try to review every book I read, including those that I don t end up enjoying The reviews are not scholarly, but just indicate my reaction as a reader, reading being my addiction I am miserly with 5 star reviews 4 stars means I liked a book very much 3 stars means I liked it 2 stars means I didn t like it though often the 2 star books are very popular with other readers and or are by authors whose other work I ve loved.

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    This little Dover edition provides a cross section of WW I poetry from the excellent to the not so good Usually I prefer an edition with notes, but this included a brief biography of each poet, and some very cursory critical remarks.I met a new to me poet, Ivor Gurney, kind of a voice of the people, and refreshed my memory on most of the others in this volume The sentiments, however expressed, remain contemporary even almost a hundred years later I especially liked Sassoon s Blighters , One Legged Man , and Repression of War Experience Robert Graves s To Lucasta on Going to the War for the Fourth Time and Goliath and David struck very modern notes And there is a poem of surprising power from Thomas Hardy I can see why he stopped writing fiction his poetry is excellent.

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    The poems of Wilfred Owen are so emotionally overwhelming that they make up for some of the Hallmark Greeting Card poems lesser poets wrote about the war There is a small introduction to each poet, all of which are interesting The introduction to Mr Owen says that, had he lived, he would have been considered as great as T.S Elliot Sadly, Mr Owen was killed five days before the war ended, age 25 His war poems are so powerful that every politician who wants another war should be required to memorize Dulce Et Decorum Est and Mental Cases before voting to go to war I was so moved that I purchased an additional book of poems by Wilfred Owen I wish he survived the war but better yet, I wish we would figure out a way to have no wars.

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    The central idea of this book is the hardships of war In one poem it talked about him dying in war He talked about his mom having to say goodbye to her kids due to the war In another poem it talked about losing their friend in war In another, it talked about just being a robot to war and losing all feeling You can watch someone die so easily because many drop like flies One of the authors of a poem used imagery They really described the feeling of dying and all of the emotions they went through Another author used pacing Throughout the poem it was going slow while they were getting ready for war The when war started it was so fast paced and everything just went by in a flash I kind of liked this book They had really good poems in them with a lot of meaning and emotion behind them I didn t like some of it because of how morbid some of it was Some of them were just straight forward death and harshness Overall the poems were interesting and different than normal.

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    This little gem is big hearted and reflects the experiences of the young men who went to war There is a short bio of each poet which reminds the reader that some of these young men did not survive the war they wrote about By all means read the poems aloud I read the book as part of the 2018 anniversary of WWI, but it could be any war considering the timeless sadness that we attribute to armed conflict This little book should be in every collection and taken out to be read on such holidays as Memorial Day and Veterans Day.

  9. says:

    3.5 stars, read for my literature war class A really good collection if you re looking to get the general mood of this time period as it pertains to world war one.

  10. says:

    I enjoyed the poems of Owen when I first was introduced to them in high school They ve only improved with time.