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The reason why there were hundreds of thousands of poems written and published during First World War poetry was because poetry was, for most of Edwardian society, a part of everyday life. I find it hard to imagine an era when poetry was so much a part of the day-to-day existence. The media was also almost wholly print-based (cinema was still very much in its infancy). Victorian and Edwardian educational reforms resulted in increased literacy and so the army which Britain sent out was the most widely and deeply educated in her history.
I've already read over 50 pages and I must say, so far, with a few exceptions it's all washing over me. We are in the early days of the war so I'm guessing the poetry gets more moving and tragic as the soldiers realise it won't all "be over by Christmas".
I suspect also that, unlike my forebears, I just have never leant the skill of appreciating poetry.
Here's a few sections that leapt out at me...
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For all we have and are,
for all our children's fate,
stand up and take the war,
the Hun is at the gate! 1914
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To Germany. The blind fight the blind."
To what God shall we chant Our songs Of battle?
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Fat civilians wishing they 'Could go out and fight the Hun.'
Can't you see them thanking God That they're over forty-one?
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Now that we are weary,
Now that we are fear,
Now that we are lonely - though never alone.
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I was expecting poetry with a sense of adventure and heroism at the outset of the war.
The poetry in the first 50 or so pages seems to capture uncertainty, fear and suspicion - with a bit of humour - I love the fat civilians line above.

I am overlaying my own mental images, which are triggered by certain words or phrases, and this is proving to be powerful and moving.
I have no idea if this is how poetry is supposed to "work" but I was not expecting this response and so thought I'd mention it.
I look forward to hearing from other BYT readers about their own responses to reading these poems.

I then came across this Soldiers' song in The Penguin Book of First World War Poetry
'I wore a tunic'
I wore a tunic
A dirty khaki-tunic
And you wore civilian clothes
We fought and bled at Loos
While you were on the booze,
The booze that no one here knows.
Oh, you were with the wenches
While we were in the trenches
Facing the German foe.
Oh, you were a-slacking
While we were attacking
Down the Menin Road
I prefer the simpler and more direct poems. If they rhyme then all the better.
Funnily enough, during the horror of Loos, and as described by Robert Graves, one of the things that helped him through it was brandy. He also mentioned that all the soldiers had a ration of spirits just before a battle to help give them courage - so the line about the booze is not strictly true. Although there might have been different arrangements across different regiments.

I love the way the poems link into other books. Here's Vera Brittain...
Hospital Sanctuary
When you have lost your all in a world's upheaval,
Suffered and prayed, and found your prayers in vain,
When love is dead, and hope has no renewal -
These need you still; come back to them again.
When the sad days bring you loss of all ambition,
And pride is gone that gave you strength to bear,
When dreams are shattered, and broken is all decision -
Turn you to these, dependent on your care.
They too have fathomed the depths of human anguish,
Seen all that counted flung like chaff away;
The dim abodes of pain wherein they languish
Offer that peace for which at last you pray.
Absolutely heartbreaking.

24 July 1918
American Red Cross Hospital, No. 22
98-99 Lancaster Gate, W.2
Dear Roberto,
I’d timed my death in action to the minute
(The Nation with my deathly verses in it).
The day told off—13—(the month July)—
The picture planned—O Threshold of the dark!
And then, the quivering songster failed to die
Because the bloody Bullet missed its mark.
Here I am; they would send me back—
Kind M.O. at Base; Sassoon’s morale grown slack;
Swallowed all his proud high thoughts and acquiesced.
O Gate of Lancaster, O Blightyland the Blessed.
No visitors allowed
Since Friends arrived in crowd—
Jabber—Gesture—Jabber—Gesture—Nerves went phut and
failed
After the first afternoon when MarshMoonStreetMeiklejohn
ArdoursandenduranSitwellitis prevailed,
Caused complications and set my brain a-hop;
Sleeplessexasperuicide, O Jesu make it stop!
But yesterday afternoon my reasoning Rivers ran solemnly in,
With peace in the pools of his spectacled eyes and a wisely
omnipotent grin;
And I fished in that steady grey stream and decided that I
After all am no longer the Worm that refuses to die.
But a gallant and glorious lyrical soldjer;
Bolder and bolder; as he gets older;
Shouting “Back to the Front
For a scrimmaging Stunt.”
(I wish the weather wouldn’t keep on getting colder.)
Yes, you can touch my Banker when you need him.
Why keep a Jewish friend unless you bleed him?
Oh yes, he’s doing very well and sleeps from Two till Four.
And there was Jolly Otterleen a knocking at the door,
But Matron says she mustn’t, not however loud she knocks
(Though she’s bags of golden Daisies and some Raspberries in a
box),
Be admitted to the wonderful and wild and wobbly-witted
sarcastic soldier-poet with a plaster on his crown,
Who pretends he doesn’t know it (he’s the Topic of the Town).
My God, my God, I’m so excited; I’ve just had a letter
From Stable who’s commanding the Twenty-Fifth Battalion.
And my company, he tells me, doing better and better,
Pinched six Saxons after lunch,
And bagged machine-guns by the bunch.
But I—wasn’t there—
O blast it isn’t fair,
Because they’ll all be wondering why
Dotty Captain wasn’t standing by
When they came marching home.
But I don’t care; I made them love me
Although they didn’t want to do it, and I’ve sent them a
glorious Gramophone and God send you back to me
Over the green eviscerating sea—
And I’m ill and afraid to go back to them because those
five-nines are so damned awful.
When you think of them all bursting and you’re lying on your
bed,
With the books you loved and longed for on the table; and your
head
All crammed with village verses about Daffodils and Geese—
… O Jesu make it cease … .
O Rivers please take me. And make me
Go back to the war till it break me.
Some day my brain will go BANG,
And they’ll say what lovely faces were
The soldier-lads he sang
Does this break your heart? What do I care?
Sassons

Kipling's son John died in the First World War, at the Battle of Loos in September 1915, at age 18.
After his son's death, Kipling wrote (and included in this book on p, 245)...
If any question why we died / Tell them, because our fathers lied.

Kipling's son John died in the First World War, at the Battle of Lo..."
Kipling touches on this in a haunting story, Baa Baa, Black Sheep and The Gardener. It is the second story in this selection of two that touches on the loss. He makes it a woman who loses a nephew. The first story has its basis in his own youth. It is really a heartbreaking book once you realize what the basis for the two stories is/are.

Some very interesting information in the introduction that I hadn't realised. It's all quite obvious in retrospect but it was still a series of lightbulb moments for me so I'll make reference to it. The reason why there were hundreds of thousands of poems written and published during World War One was because:
- poetry was for most of Edwardian society, a part of everyday life;
- The media was also almost wholly print-based (cinema was still very much in its infancy);
- Victorian and Edwardian educational reforms resulted in increased literacy;
- the army which Britain sent to fight was the most widely and deeply educated in her history.
I find it very hard to imagine an era when poetry was so much a part of day-to-day life. Although I have never learnt the skill of appreciating poetry, as I read through a succession of these poems, and triggered by certain words or phrases, I started to get images of a grim, kaleidoscopic mix of lice, blood, death, patriotic songs, mad, futility, despair, absurdity, sickness, fear etc. It proved to be a powerful and moving experience.
As I was reading this book, I was also reading Goodbye to All That by Robert Graves. Sometimes the two books worked in tandem. Robert Graves describes the horror of The Battle of Loos and there - in this volume - are poems inspired by Loos.
One very small but moving moment was reading a poem written by Rudyard Kipling. When he actively encouraged his young son John to go to war he was expecting triumph and heroism. John died in the First World War, at the Battle of Loos in September 1915, at age 18. After his son's death, Kipling wrote...
If any question why we died / Tell them, because our fathers lied.
An important document of how World War One was experienced by a wide range of articulate and thoughtful people that brings the experience vividly to life.
4/5
I really look forward to reading what others make of these poems. It was an inspired idea to include poetry into our WW1 challenge.

My library had none of the nominated poetry books and I wanted to vote for the one that was the most readily available. I'm glad this one won. The introduction was very interesting. In addition to writing about the role of poetry in Britain at the time (as previously mentioned by Nigeyb), the editor also distinguished between the poet-soldiers and the soldier-poets.
Along with the informative intro, there's also a glossary of places and terms that come up in the poems. There are notes on individual poems that help the general reader understand allusions and vocabulary that might be unfamiliar. There are brief bios of all the poets, with publication details for the poems.
I'm finding all these very helpful.
I also appreciate how the poems are organized thematically. Most poetry anthologies I've seen organize by poet and date rather than by subject. By reading all the poems on a certain theme, I'm getting a clearer picture of the experience of war. Sanitized of course.
I was surprised and unthrilled when we included poetry in this challenge, but I'm now enthusiastic. I hope many of you will read this book.

Seconded. Thanks Barbara.
Actually I hope most of you will read all 12 books - I think we've come up with a wonderful cross-section of books to explore and understand the conflict.


I have read these poems before and yet I can only remember a few of them (so far).

Better to just dip into the poems. I've been kind of flipping around.


It's an amazing poem isn't it?
A Dead Boche
To you who’d read my songs of War
And only hear of blood and fame,
I’ll say (you’ve heard it said before)
”War’s Hell!” and if you doubt the same,
Today I found in Mametz Wood
A certain cure for lust of blood:
Where, propped against a shattered trunk,
In a great mess of things unclean,
Sat a dead Boche; he scowled and stunk
With clothes and face a sodden green,
Big-bellied, spectacled, crop-haired,
Dribbling black blood from nose and beard.
The first verse making it clear that, despite what you might have heard war is hell, and the second hammering home the point with devastating power and a graphic description of the reality of war.

Sometimes I skip introductions, but I enjoyed reading about the history of poetry and some of its movements and poets. I really appreciated the breakdown of the five major settings "each exploring a particular area of wartime experience." xxxvii
(I recommend reading in order because I feel as if I am viewing, even living through, some of these experiences.)
Here are just a few lines that struck me from Section I:(words in parentheses are my thoughts)
"What dreadful menace hangs above our town?
Let all the great cities pray; for they have sinned." Faber 4
(War is a punishment for some sin)
"Oh! we who have known shame, we have found
release there,
Where there's no ill,no grief, but sleep has mending,"Brooke 11
(War will absolve them from past sin, shame)
"God heard the embattled nations sing and shout
'Gott strafe England!' And God save the King!'
God this, and God that, and God the other thing-
'Good God' said God 'I've got my work cut out."Squire 19
(Is there always an easy right versus wrong, aren't there good people on both sides?)
Next are poems giving the feelings of a soldier, an objector, a sweetheart. One of my favorites, be sure to read is about how the youth always feel invincible and it has always been this way with war, going back to David in the Bible-great poem, "Youth in Arms I" Harold Monro 24
On to Section II, I am slowly soaking them in...

That's wonderful Candace - keep us posted.

It's interesting to see the less well-known poems featured in this collection, and so far I've been absolutely blown away by a few poems I hadn't seen before, like John Masefield's 'August 1914', about the farm labourers dragging themselves away from their fields to go and fight, both in the war which was just starting and in others fought over previous centuries. I've mainly come across sea poems by John Masefield - must read more of his work. He's best known for Box Of Delights, but I see he published quite a few novels as well.
Getting back to this book, I do find the way the poems are arranged rather confusing, and would really like the publication dates on the page, rather than in the notes at the back.
I also feel Wilfred Owen might be a bit under-represented here - his poems stand out so much compared to many of the others in this collection.

The Island of Skyros
By John Masefield
HERE, where we stood together, we three men,
Before the war had swept us to the East
Three thousand miles away, I stand again
And hear the bells, and breathe, and go to feast.
We trod the same path, to the selfsame place,
Yet here I stand, having beheld their graves,
Skyros whose shadows the great seas erase,
And Seddul Bahr that ever more blood craves.
So, since we communed here, our bones have been
Nearer, perhaps, than they again will be,
Earth and the worldwide battle lie between,
Death lies between, and friend-destroying sea.
Yet here, a year ago, we talked and stood
As I stand now, with pulses beating blood.
I saw her like a shadow on the sky
In the last light, a blur upon the sea,
Then the gale’s darkness put the shadow by,
But from one grave that island talked to me;
And, in the midnight, in the breaking storm,
I saw its blackness and a blinking light,
And thought, “So death obscures your gentle form,
So memory strives to make the darkness bright;
And, in that heap of rocks, your body lies,
Part of the island till the planet ends,
My gentle comrade, beautiful and wise,
Part of this crag this bitter surge offends,
While I, who pass, a little obscure thing,
War with this force, and breathe, and am its king."

Shelley
http://dustbowlstory.wordpress.com

That was an excellent trilogy. I believe they used to show it on PBS but I think I have also seen one or another of them on cable.

Thanks everyone for the interesting discussions above, it's really interesting to read what everyone thinks so far. I am NOT generally a fan of poetry as almost everything I try to read I either hate or don't understand (other than Sylvia Plath who I love) but I'm really looking forward to reading the poems in this, even though I think they will be heartbreaking.



The same programme also had a feature on Vita Sackville-West, looking at Knole and Sissinghurst, so really an ideal BYT episode! I had no idea in advance that any of this was going to be on and indeed only saw the programme by chance.

It looks like that episode will be on iPlayer very soon...
http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b03xlj1r
I shall definitely give it a watch. Thanks again.


I've just finished reading this collection and I really liked it, some poems I preferred more than others, but they were all very heartfelt.
I love the raw emotion in poetry. The trouble is that the war was so long ago that it's difficult to understand it in anything more than an academic sense but poetry seems to have a knack of transporting you directly to the place and time...it's immediate and catches you by the throat.

Agreed, it makes it more personal and affecting, more so than reading about how many millions died.


I'm just reading Swarming by Edward MacKay, a pamphlet by a young modern poet. I've now found that one of the poems in it is a tribute to Ivor Gurney, who was in a mental hospital after his war, and fellow-poet Edward Thomas, his friend who was killed.
If anyone is interested in reading this poem,'Stone House Asylum 1932', which I found very moving, it is online in the summer 2011 edition of the magazine Night and Day - I tried to post a direct link to this but it didn't work, because it is a download! To download a free PDF of the issue, you need to click on
www.vintage-books.co.uk/Download.ashx... - then, when it has downloaded, scroll down to page 13. Hopefully this link will now work!!




It's also good to see women poets featured alongside the men, and some of their poems are very powerful - Charlotte Mew particularly impresses me, and this reminded me that I have a collection of her poetry and prose waiting on the shelf. Peeping into it, a lot of her poems look to be about the First World War.



To me it is worth the price.


Books mentioned in this topic
Swarming (other topics)The Box of Delights (other topics)
Up the Line to Death: The War Poets 1914-1918: an anthology (other topics)
The Guns of August (other topics)
Goodbye to All That (other topics)
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Authors mentioned in this topic
Edward MacKay (other topics)John Masefield (other topics)
Rudyard Kipling (other topics)
Robert Graves (other topics)
Rudyard Kipling (other topics)
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2014 will mark 100 years since the start of the First World War. Here at BYT we plan to mark the war and its consequences by reading 12 books that should give anyone who reads them a better understanding of the First World War.
The First World War was a turning point in world history. It claimed the lives of over 16 million people across the globe and had a huge impact on those who experienced it. The war and its consequences shaped much of the twentieth century, and the impact of it can still be felt today.
The BYT 2014 Reading Challenge will be our way of helping to remember those who lived, fought and served during the years 1914-18.
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