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<blockquote data-quote="Dismas" data-source="post: 1902385" data-attributes="member: 7195"><p>I'll add The Highwayman to the list. I had an English teacher when I was eleven that had a list of poems that he believed your should hear and he used to fill spare time in the lesson reading them, Blake, Colleridge, Noyes, De La Mare. I was also doing drama lessons the weekend covering the metaphysical poets.</p><p></p><p>Later I studied the Poets of WWI</p><p></p><p>Strange Meeting by Wilfred Owen</p><p></p><p>It seemed that out of battle I escaped</p><p>Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped</p><p>Through granites which titanic wars had groined.</p><p></p><p>Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,</p><p>Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred.</p><p>Then ,as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared</p><p>With piteous recognition in fixed eyes,</p><p>Lifting distressful hands, as if to bless.</p><p>And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, -</p><p>By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.</p><p></p><p>With a thousand pains that vision's face was grained;</p><p>Yet no blood reached there from the upper ground,</p><p>And no guns thumped, or down the flues made moan.</p><p>'Strange friend,' I said, 'here is no cause to mourn.'</p><p>'None,' said that other, 'save the undone years,</p><p>The hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours,</p><p>Was my life also; I went hunting wild</p><p>After the wildest beauty in the world,</p><p>Which lies not calm in eyes, or braided hair,</p><p>But mocks the steady running of the hour,</p><p>And if it grieves, grieves richlier than here.</p><p>For by my glee might many men have laughed,</p><p>And of my weeping something had been left,</p><p>Which must die now. I mean the truth untold,</p><p>The pity of war, the pity war distilled.</p><p>Now men will go content with what we spoiled,</p><p>Or, discontent, boil bloody, and be spilled.</p><p>They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress.</p><p>None will break ranks, though nations trek from progress.</p><p>Courage was mine, and I had mystery,</p><p>Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery:</p><p>To miss the march of this retreating world</p><p>Into vain citadels that are not walled.</p><p>Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels,</p><p>I would go up and wash them from sweet wells,</p><p>Even with truths that lie too deep for taint.</p><p>I would have poured my spirit without stint</p><p>But not through wounds; not on the cess of war.</p><p>Foreheads of men have bled where no wounds were.</p><p></p><p>I am the enemy you killed, my friend.</p><p>I knew you in this dark: for so you frowned</p><p>Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed.</p><p>I parried; but my hands were loath and cold.</p><p>Let us sleep now...'</p><p></p><p></p><p>Anthem for Doomed Youth</p><p></p><p>What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?</p><p><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> -Only the monstrous anger of the guns.</p><p><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle</p><p>Can patter out their hasty orisons.</p><p>No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;</p><p><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,-</p><p>The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;</p><p><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> And bugles calling for them from sad shires.</p><p></p><p>What candles may be held to speed them all?</p><p><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes</p><p>Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.</p><p><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;</p><p>Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,</p><p>And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Dismas, post: 1902385, member: 7195"] I'll add The Highwayman to the list. I had an English teacher when I was eleven that had a list of poems that he believed your should hear and he used to fill spare time in the lesson reading them, Blake, Colleridge, Noyes, De La Mare. I was also doing drama lessons the weekend covering the metaphysical poets. Later I studied the Poets of WWI Strange Meeting by Wilfred Owen It seemed that out of battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which titanic wars had groined. Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned, Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred. Then ,as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared With piteous recognition in fixed eyes, Lifting distressful hands, as if to bless. And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, - By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell. With a thousand pains that vision's face was grained; Yet no blood reached there from the upper ground, And no guns thumped, or down the flues made moan. 'Strange friend,' I said, 'here is no cause to mourn.' 'None,' said that other, 'save the undone years, The hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours, Was my life also; I went hunting wild After the wildest beauty in the world, Which lies not calm in eyes, or braided hair, But mocks the steady running of the hour, And if it grieves, grieves richlier than here. For by my glee might many men have laughed, And of my weeping something had been left, Which must die now. I mean the truth untold, The pity of war, the pity war distilled. Now men will go content with what we spoiled, Or, discontent, boil bloody, and be spilled. They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress. None will break ranks, though nations trek from progress. Courage was mine, and I had mystery, Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery: To miss the march of this retreating world Into vain citadels that are not walled. Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels, I would go up and wash them from sweet wells, Even with truths that lie too deep for taint. I would have poured my spirit without stint But not through wounds; not on the cess of war. Foreheads of men have bled where no wounds were. I am the enemy you killed, my friend. I knew you in this dark: for so you frowned Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed. I parried; but my hands were loath and cold. Let us sleep now...' 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 patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; :) Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,- The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; :) And bugles calling for them from sad shires. What candles may be held to speed them all? :):) Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes. :) The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds. [/QUOTE]
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