#ww1 poetry

[theworldofwars]

Canadian machine gunners on Vimy Ridge. 1917

#1917 #historical photos #world war 1 #canadian history #history #circa 1917 #world war i #vimy ridge #vimy #world war 1 stories #ww1 #ww1 poetry #ww1 stories #ww1 art #ww1 history #wwi #world war one #The Great War #The First World War

[to-end-all-wars]

I called him, once; then listened: nothing moved:

Only my thumping heart beat out the time.

Whispering his name, I groped from room to room.

Quite empty was that house; it could not hold

His human ghost, remembered in the love

That strove in vain to be companioned still.

-Siegfried Sassoon

#been reading about his relationship with Wilfred owen again #dont mind me just can fell my throat burning with tears again #ww1 #edwardian #first world war #wwi #ww1 poetry #Siegfried Sassoon #wilfred owen #yes ik this poem isnt about him #but im having feels okay

[westernfrontier]

“They”

The Bishop tells us: “When the boys come back They will not be the same; for they’ll have fought In a just cause: they lead the last attack On Anti-Christ; their comrades’ blood has bought New right to breed an honourable race, They have challenged Death and dared him face to face,”

“We’re none of us the same!” the boys reply. “For George lost both his legs; and Bill’s stone blind; Poor Jim’s shot through the lungs and like to die; And Bert’s gone syphilitic: you’ll not find A chap who’s served that hasn’t found some change.” And the Bishop said: “The ways of God are strange!”

- “They” by Siegfried Sassoon, 31st October 1916

#siegfried sassoon #ww1 #poetry #writers and poets #ww1 poetry #from the collection The War Poems #arranged by Rupert Hart-Davis #wwi

[icouldmakeapun]

i have a hunch that this meme might be a little bit niche :)

i apologise to those who followed me after my percy jackson meme, i don’t think this is what you expected

#siegfried sassoon #ww1 #world war 1 #world war one #war poetry #poetry #poem #ww1 poetry #literature #classic lit memes #funny #humour #lit #lit memes #literature memes #poetry meme #suicide in the trenches #trenches #i’m so sorry #this is so niche #it’s like one specific poem #the author was probably gay tho #does that help #???

[shy-attention-whore]

my sweet old etcetera, by e.e. cummings

#poetry #ee cummings #ww1 #ww1 poetry #war poetry #one of my favourite poems #dulce et decorum est pro patria mori #it is sweet and right to die for your country

[byronicist]

“He spins and burns and loves the air, / And splits a skull to win my praise”

Siegfried Sassoon, The Kiss (1917)

#quotes #literature #poetry #lit #british literature #british poetry #queer poets #war posts #ww1 poetry #siegfried sassoon #spilled ink

[crystalclaire]

NACHKLANG by ROLAND LEIGHTON

Down the long white road we walked together

Down between the grey hills and the heather,

Where the tawny-crested

Plover cries.

You seemed all brown and soft, just like a linnet,

Your errant hair had shadowed sunbeams in it,

And there shone all April

In your eyes.

With your golden voice of tears and laughter

Softened into song 'Does aught come after

Life,' you asked 'When life is

Laboured through?

What is God and all for which we're striving?'

'Sweetest sceptic, we were born for living;

Life is Love, and Love is—

You, dear, you.'

#poetry #roland leighton #ww1 #ww1 poetry #edwardian poetry #literature #nachklang #reverberation #vera brittain #testament of youth #april #and there shone all april in your eyes

[diversifyyourliterature]

I Sit and Sew by Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson

Personally, one of my favorite genres of poetry is war time poetry, particularly from the home front. And this poem is no exception.

I Sit and Sew does an amazing job at capturing the frustrations of the women-particularly black women-during World War 1 who had to sit and watch the war efforts from a distance, bitter at the inability to help anywhere beyond the station she's expected to sit at. The repetition in this poem is done so beautifully and it really demonstrates the frustration and feelings of helplessness.

I recommend you search out this poem (as well as look into Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson as a person! She lived a fascinating life and worked hard as a social activist. There's also documentation of her having both male and female partners, but I hesitate to label her because it's always tricky to post humorously label someone's sexuality.)

#I Sit and Sew #Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson #poetry #WW1 poetry

[shethehoodedcrow]

Poppy, preach to me your tells of battle.

What might you have seen.

You, a sombre thing of hope.

A symbol made from blood.

I allow you to open my eyes, and sing your tune.

Victory emerges to a greater few.

The view from way up here. Souls without a trace , left from existence with you in there place.

Days may be vary and within the dark. You, that blooms a dot of red that stays in our hearts.

Poppy, preach to me your tells of battle.

Let us not forget those with said struggle.

-She, the hooded Crow 🐦‍⬛

#poppy #poetry #poems on tumblr #poem #she the hooded crow #my poem #ww1 poetry #ww2 #war #battle #mental problems #mentalheathawareness #ptsdlife #soldier

[faithyposting]

A Private by Edward Thomas

This ploughman dead in battle slept out of doors

Many a frozen night, and merrily

Answered staid drinkers, good bedmen, and all bores:

‘At Mrs Greenland’s Hawthorn Bush’, said he, 

‘I slept.’ None knew which bush. Above the town,

Beyond ‘The Drover’, a hundred spot the down

In Wiltshire. And where now at last he sleeps 

More sound in France - that, too, he secret keeps. 

#edward thomas #welsh #poetry #war poetry #sad poetry #Poems #british poetry #ww1 #ww1 poetry #my favourite edward thomas poem #sad poem #man was depressed

[theworldofwars]

A Hotchkiss 1914 machine gun position of the 9th Machine Gun Battalion, American 3rd Division in a railway work shop at Chateau-Thierry, 7 June 1918.

#american history #historical photos #world war 1 #history #1917 #canadian history #ww1 #ww1 poetry #ww1 stories #ww1 art #ww1 history #wwi #world war one #The Great War #The First World War

[to-end-all-wars]

Rupert Brooke 1887 - 1915

Brooke was a poet from edwardian england mostly known for his war time pieces "The Soldier" and "The Dead".

A lesser known fact was that Rupert was bisexual and had several intimate relationships with both men and women.

Upon the outbreak of WW1 in 1914, Brooke would write a collection of poems gaining the attention of Winston Churchill, who would commission him for the Royal Naval Division.

He would see action in Belgium during the early stages of the war but died of an infection en route to Gallipoli in 1915.

"There's none of these so lonely and poor of old,

But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold." - Rupert Brooke, The Dead , 1914.

#edwardian #ww1 #first world war #1910s #ww1 poetry #rupert brooke #royal naval division #Gallipoli

[mr-oscarwilde]

Happy birthday Wilfred Owen! (b. 18th March 1893) ↳  Know that since mid-September, when you still regarded me as a tiresome little knocker on your door, I held you as Keats + Christ + Elijah + my Colonel + my father-confessor + Amenophis IV in profile. What's that mathematically? In effect it is this: that I love you, dispassionately, so much, so very much, dear Fellow, that the blasting little smile you wear on reading this can't hurt me in the least. If you consider what the above Names have severally done for me, you will know what you are doing. And you have fixed my Life – however short. You did not light me: I was always a mad comet; but you have fixed me. I spun round you a satellite for a month, but I shall swing out soon, a dark star in the orbit where you will blaze.

#wilfred owen #siegfried sassoon #history #love letter #one of the most perfect letters #and everyone should watch this documentary #it is lovely #the pity of war: the loves and lives of the war poet #gay #matthew beard #morgan watkins #matthew is an amazing wilfred #!!! #<333 #my gifs #happy birthday wilfred! #ww1 #first world war #world war 1 #poetry #poet #quote

[apoemadaykeepsthehoesaway]

Storm

-Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)

His face was charged with beauty as a cloud

With glimmering lightning. When it shadowed me,

I shook, and was uneasy as a tree

That draws the brilliant danger, tremulous, bowed.

-

So must I tempt that face to loose it’s lightning.

Great gods, whose beauty is death, will laugh above,

Who made his beauty lovelier than love.

I shall be bright with their unearthly brightening.

-

And happier were it if my sap consume;

Glorious will shine the opening of my heart;

The land shall freshen that was under gloom;

What matter if all men cry out and start,

And women hide their faces in their shawl,

At those hilarious thunders of my fall?

#what’s this?? could it be a sonnet?? #a queer sonnet??? #a gay poem??? #from Wilfred Owen??? #well guys no one here is as surprised as I am #this pretty little thing was most likely written around october 1916 #nothing revolutionary style wise but it’s really fun to read with all the Zeus type semantic fields #very imposing but lovely #anyway #wilfred owen #poetry #ww1 #sonnet #queer literature #sounds like he has a very aggressive but saucy situationship going on #I’m not sure if their relationship here sounds like the healthiest #potential domestic violence tw

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

~ Wilfred Owens, "Dulce et Decorum Est"

via poetryfoundation.org

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[ID/ Wilfred Owens poem, "Dulce et Decorum Est"

"Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,

And towards our distant rest began to trudge.

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;

Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,

Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est

Pro patria mori.

/end ID]

#tw death #tw gore #tw war #wilfred owen #poem #poetry #dulce et decorum est #wwi #ww1 #world war one #world war 1 #world war i #history #literature #lit quotes #literary quotes #literature quotes #literary quotations #british literature #british lit #english literature #english lit #english poetry #british poetry #war poetry #great war #the great war #20th century literature #20th century lit #classic lit

[byronicist]

“I am but the brain that dreamed and died.”

Siegfried Sassoon, The Humbled Heart

#quotes #literature #poetry #lit #british literature #british poetry #queer poets #war poets #siegfried sassoon #ww1 poetry #spilled ink