Product Description
A re-assessment of the work of the poets of World War I, putting their individual stories and the poems they created into the historical context of their time. The book is illustrated with facsimiles, paintings and photographs, many of which have not appeared before in print.
Excerpted from The War Poets: the Lives and Writings of the 1914-18 War Poets by Robert Giddings. Copyright © 1998. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
Breakfast
We ate our breakfast lying on our backs
Because the shells were screeching overhead.
I bet a rasher to a loaf of bread
That Hull United would beat Halifax
When Jimmy Stainthorpe played full-back instead
Of Billy Bradford. Ginger raised his head
And cursed, and took the bet, and dropt back dead.
We ate our breakfast lying on our backs
Because the shells were screeching overhead.
Wilfred Wilson Gibson
Mad
Neck-deep in mud,
He mowed and raved-
He who had braved
The field of blood
And as a lad
Just out of school
Yelled April Fool!
And laughed like mad.
Wilfred Wilson Gibson
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