Poems

The Upstairs Room It must have been in March the rug wore through. Now the day passes and I stare At warped pine boards my father’s […]

Year’s End The state cracked where they left your breath No longer instrument. Along the shore The sand ripped up, and the newer blood Streaked like […]

1914 War broke: and now the Winter of the world With perishing great darkness closes in. The foul tornado, centred at Berlin, Is over all the […]

A New Heaven Seeing we never found gay fairyland (Though still we crouched by bluebells moon by moon) And missed the tide of Lethe; yet are […]

A Terre (being the philosophy of many soldiers) Sit on the bed. I’m blind, and three parts shell. Be careful; can’t shake hands now; never shall. […]

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 rattle Can […]

Apologia Pro Poemate Meo I, too, saw God through mud– The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. War brought more glory to their eyes […]

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 malice, like […]

Asleep Under his helmet, up against his pack, After so many days of work and waking, Sleep took him by the brow and laid him back. […]

At a Calvary Near the Ancre One ever hangs where shelled roads part. In this war He too lost a limb, But His disciples hide apart; […]