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Saturday 4 February 2012

German Rain

C H Sorley
Born 1895
Killed in action 1915
The heat came down and sapped away my
      powers.
   The laden heat came down and drowned my
      brain,
Till through the weight of overcoming hours
                    I felt the rain.

Then suddenly I saw what more to see
   I never thought : old things renewed, retrieved,
The rain that fell in England fell on me,
                    And I believed.

C H Sorley

2 comments:

rogerh said...

I always stand in awe of the First World War poets. So mature and far-seeing for ones so young, such depth of Latin and Greek and of feeling in their writing. I get the feeling the era 1890 to 1910 was a golden era - at least for Europeans. One slight niggle, a few seem a bit obsessed with religion but I get the feeling this was a last gasp, a hangover of an era past even in 1915.

A K Haart said...

rogerh - I agree. Sometimes I also wonder if our gene pool was damaged by two world wars. Maybe it's more social and cultural than that.