WWI Poetry


A while ago, we wrote a poem in class by combining various lines from other poems (“Dolce Est Decorum Est” – Wilfred Owen, “Break of Day in the Trenches” – Isaac Rosenberg, “The Conscript” – Wilfred Gibson, and “Dreamers” – Siegfried Sasson). The theme of all the poems was war because we just finished reading All Quiet on the Western Front

The final poem my group came up with was:

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

It seems, odd thing, you grin as you pass

Strong eyes, fine limbs, haughty athletes,

Then suddenly I shudder as I see

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags,

And mocked by hopeless longing to regain

What do you see in our eyes

The torn fields of France.

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