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Owen & Sassoon are definitely worth reading.<br>
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So too is Pat Barker, whose trilogy - <i>Regeneration</i> (1991), <i>The
Eye in the Door</i> (1993), and <i>The Ghost Road</i> (1995) -
has Owen and Sassoon as characters and gives a remarkable picture of
(the First World) war. --CGE <br>
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<pre wrap="">Conrad wroe: > Here are two well-known and still very timely poems
about the horrors of
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Thank you, Conrad, for sharing these. I had not read either before. :
The Parable of the Old Man and the Young, SUICIDE IN THE TRENCHES
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<pre wrap="">The Parable of the Old Man and the Young
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned both of them together,
Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father,
Behold the preparations, fire and iron,
But where the lamb for this burnt-offering?
Then Abram bound the youth with belts and strops,
And builded parapets and trenches there,
And stretched forth the knife to slay his son.
When lo! an angel called him out of heaven,
Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad,
Neither do anything to him. Behold,
A ram, caught in a thicket by its horns;
Offer the Ram of Pride instead of him.
But the old man would not so, but slew his son,
And half the seed of Europe, one by one.
Wilfred Owen (1893 - 1918)
<a class="moz-txt-link-freetext" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wilfred_Owen">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wilfred_Owen</a>
SUICIDE IN THE TRENCHES
I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.
Siegfried Sassoon (1886-1967)
<a class="moz-txt-link-freetext" href="http://www.spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk/Jsassoon.htm">http://www.spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk/Jsassoon.htm</a>
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