On Somme

by Ivor Gurney

Suddenly into the still air burst thudding

And thudding, and cold fear possessed me all,

On the gray slopes, where Winter in sullen brooding

Hung between height and depth of the ugly fall

Of Heaven to earth, and the thudding was illness’ own.

But still a hope I kept that were we there going over,

I, in the line, I should not fail but take recover

From others’ courage, and not as coward be known,

No flame we saw, the noise and the dread alone

Was battle to us; men were enduring there such

And such things, in wire tangled, to shatters blown,

Courage kept, but ready to vanish at first touch.

Fear, but just held. Poets were luckier once

In the hot fray swallowed and some magnificence.

Published by Robin

I'm a retired journalist who still has stories to tell. This seems to be a good place to tell them.

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