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Charlotte Mew: The Cenotaph

Not yet will those measureless fields be green again
Where only yesterday the wild sweet blood of wonderful youth was shed

November 11, 2021 · Leave a comment

Siegfried Sassoon: ‘The Hero’

The cruelty in this poem is overwhelming – as Sassoon intended. So opposed was he to jingoistic propaganda, he deliberately slashed very tender imagery with the sharpest irony.

April 23, 2021 · 1 Comment

Charlotte Mew: A Quoi Bon Dire

Seventeen years ago you said
Something that sounded like Good-bye;
And everybody thinks that you are dead,
But I.

May 8, 2020 · Leave a comment

Charlotte Turner Smith: Sonnet Written in the Churchyard at Middleton in Sussex

She saw herself as a poet first and foremost, poetry at that period being considered the most exalted form of literature. Scholars now credit her with transforming the sonnet into an expression of woeful sentiment. Although an important writer and poet, Smith had a difficult family life and died in poverty, largely forgotten.

January 24, 2020 · Leave a comment

Edward Thomas: Rain

Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me

October 25, 2019 · Leave a comment

Charlotte Mew: May 1915

Let us remember Spring will come again To the scorched, blackened woods, where the wounded trees Wait with their old wise patience for the heavenly rain, Sure of the sky: … Continue reading

July 18, 2017 · Leave a comment

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