C H Sorley Born 1895 Killed in action 1915 |
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:
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.
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.
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