English poetry

Poems in English

The Young Soldier

It is not death Without hereafter To one in dearth Of life and its laughter, Nor the sweet murder Dealt […]

Disabled

He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark, And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey, Legless, sewn short […]

Apologia Pro Poemate Meo

I, too, saw God through mud The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. War brought more glory to […]

The Send-Off

Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way To the siding-shed, And lined the train with faces grimly gay. […]

The End

After the blast of lightning from the east, The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot throne, After the drums of […]

Conscious

His fingers wake, and flutter up the bed. His eyes come open with a pull of will, Helped by the […]

Wild With All Regrets

(Another version of “A Terre”.) To Siegfried Sassoon My arms have mutinied against me brutes! My fingers fidget like ten […]

The Show

My soul looked down from a vague height with Death, As unremembering how I rose or why, And saw a […]

Mental Cases

Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight? Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows, Drooping tongues from jaws that slob […]

Asleep

Under his helmet, up against his pack, After the many days of work and waking, Sleep took him by the […]

Spring Offensive

Halted against the shade of a last hill, They fed, and, lying easy, were at ease And, finding comfortable chests […]

Strange Meeting

It seemed that out of the battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which […]

A Terre

(Being the philosophy of many Soldiers.) Sit on the bed; I’m blind, and three parts shell, Be careful; can’t shake […]

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 […]

Winter Song

The browns, the olives, and the yellows died, And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed Each dawn and […]

The Chances

I mind as ‘ow the night afore that show Us five got talking, we was in the know, “Over the […]

Preface

This book is not about heroes. English Poetry is not yet fit to speak of them. Nor is it about […]

Exposure

I Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us. . . Wearied we keep awake because […]

S. I. W

“I will to the King, And offer him consolation in his trouble, For that man there has set his teeth […]

Anthem For Doomed Youth

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid […]

Futility

Move him into the sun Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown. Always it woke […]

The Last Laugh

‘O Jesus Christ! I’m hit,’ he said; and died. Whether he vainly cursed, or prayed indeed, The Bullets chirped – […]

The Dead-Beat

He dropped, more sullenly than wearily, Lay stupid like a cod, heavy like meat, And none of us could kick […]

Greater Love

Red lips are not so red As the stained stones kissed by the English dead. Kindness of wooed and wooer […]

Insensibility

I Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold. Whom no compassion fleers […]

The Sentry

We’d found an old Boche dug-out, and he knew, And gave us hell, for shell on frantic shell Hammered on […]

Arms And The Boy

Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood; Blue with all […]

Smile, Smile, Smile

Head to limp head, the sunk-eyed wounded scanned Yesterday’s Mail; the casualties (typed small) And (large) Vast Booty from our […]