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Georgian and War Poetry
Georgian and War Poetry
Glorification poem the way of propaganda, glory of going to war, then coming
back in glory again.
Rupoer glorifies the war because he died early and didnt experience much of
the war.
Siegfried Sassoon (1886-1967) was an aristocrat who won the Military Cross in
the First World War and became a pacifist. He composed a protest statement in
1917 which was published in The Times newspaper and read aloud in Parliament.
After this he was diagnosed as suffering from shell shock and hospitalised. A
fellow patient was Wilfred Owen whose poems Sassoon collected and published in
1920. Later, he turned to religion and was influenced by the devotional verse of
the seventeenth century metaphysical poets - especially Henry Vaughan (16221695) and George Herbert (1593-1633).
Sassoon began the war as a recognised Georgian and was almost as enthusiastic
as Brooke; yet, his views changed by 1916 and we can only wonder - if Brooke
had lived, would his ideas have changed too?
At the start of the war, the British army relied on volunteer recruits and there was
no shortage of men from all over the Empire willing to sign up. Conscription was
introduced in 1916 when the huge losses on the Western Front could no longer
be replaced by volunteers. The war was felt and its results were seen on the
Home Front. The dead may not have returned but the wounded did, maimed and
blinded.
Siegfried Sasson They
THE Bishop tells us: When the boys come back
They will not be the same; for theyll have fought
In a just cause: they lead the last attack
On Anti-Christ; their comrades blood has bought
New right to breed an honourable race,
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They: They are the idealised British soldiers of whom the bishop speaks. They
are quite unlike the real soldiers who go to war.
The Bishop tells us:: The figure of religious authority in the poem a Bishop of
the Church of England speaks with confidence about a situation of which he has
no knowledge. He represents a brand of religious cant and hypocrisy that
was deeply unpopular amongst many men at the front.
When the boys come back / They will not be the same;: The meaning of the
poem turns on this observation that the war changes the men who fought in it.
Note the easy familiarity, even patronizing tone of the reference to the boys,
and the use of alliteration in this first line, as throughout the poem.
for theyll have fought / In a just cause;: alliteration (f) is again used to give a
rhythmic force to the Bishops leading statements. The mention of a just
cause reinforces the sense that the Bishop is dealing in popular
platitudes about the justification for war that it is just, or right.
their comrades blood has bought: the soldiers are explicitly compared to
Christ, who bought man eternal life by dying for their sins. Sassoons
earlier poem The Redeemer explicitly made this contrast: interestingly, Sassoon
now seems to refute this sentimental analogy.
New right to breed an honourable race,: what follows from this Christ-like
redemption is more unpleasant however. The Bishop uses pseudo-scientific
language, popular around the turn of the century. In Social Darwinist
terms, the right to breed is claimed through the sacrifice of soldiers.
This survival of the fittest (here, the fittest are the most
honourable) is an idea that underlay much elitist thinking about society
and often had, as here, a racist dimension.
they have challenged Death and dared him face to face: This Biblical line
declares that before death we have necessarily imperfect knowledge,
only attaining real enlightenment when we meet God. In many ways, the
Bishop embodies this cosmic ignorance.
Were none of us the same! the boys reply: The anguished agreement echoes
along with the use of the phrase the boys the first line, only to subvert the
Bishops prediction.
For George lost both his legs: A grim litany of injuries follows, spelling
out the true consequences of war for the boys. Note that the soldiers
are named, rather than idealized and anonymous in the Bishops
sermon. The description is explicit and pitiful: Poor Jims shot through
the lungs and like to die.
And Berts gone syphilitic:: Bert has contracted syphilis, a sexually
transmitted disease. Soldiers on leave would commonly visit prostitutes
in the local towns and villages; brothels were even graded in some
areas for use by officers (signed by blue lamps) and privates (red
lamps). Venereal infection was endemic, as prostitutes could sleep with
over a hundred men a day. Note the deeply ironic contrast, then,
between this and the Bishops claim that their comrades blood has
bought / New right to breed an honourable race.
that hasnt found some change.: the irony of this statement
illustrates Sassoons satirical point, that a massive change has indeed
come to the men, but quite different to that which the Bishop predicts.
And the Bishop said; the ways of God are strange!: The Bishop resorts to idiotic
clich to explain the real change witnessed, essentially pronouncing that God
works in mysterious ways.
[ANTHOLOGY NOTE: It is a cutting attack on the hypocrisy of authority
and the kind of rhetoric used to encourage others to go abroad and
fight.
Notatki z zeszytu:
Thne Bishop comapres the war tyo the war between the good and the evil. The
fight with the Anti- Christ. The soldiers should come back in glory, proud of
fighting the devil. But they come back injured, without legs, eyes or life so they
left sth on the war.
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918). Gas attack had added a new dimension of terror:
the first such attack occurred at Ypres in April 1915 and in one of the most
famous anti-war poems Wilfred Owen describes the 'ecstasy of fumbling' for a
gas mask and of one drowning and lost, which, if you had seen it, you would not
then repeat the old lie from Horace's Odes that it's sweet and fitting to die for
your country - dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.
That was it. That was modernity. The givens and certainties of the pre-war world
had fallen to doubt and would go along with Tsars and Kaisers into the dustbin of
history. All of them? Are there any constant truths or only temporary fictions of
exigency and contingency?
Dulce et Decorum est
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
coughing like hags l.2. Owen compares the men to old, ugly women.
They have lost their youth and with it their potency and masculinity.
like a man in fire or lime l.12 Lime is a strong alkali which burns the
skin as does flame; Owen is witnessing the agony of a man on fire.
As under a green sea l.14. This evokes the reality of drowning. The
dim image seen through thick green light may be the effect of the
gas but may also refer to the fact that Owen is seeing the man through
the eye-piece of his own gas mask.
like a devils sick of sin l.20.The implications for pain and loathing here
are dark. The mans face is compared to that of a devil, who is itself
horrified by - and surfeited with - evil.
Walter de la Mare, despite his aristocratic name and unlike many of the
Georgians and 30s poets, did not come from the privileged classes. He worked for
nearly twenty years as a clerk in the London office of an oil company and it was
not until he was almost forty that he attempted to live by his pen. He drew and
kept a growing readership who found his verse unaffected by fashion. King
George V came to be among his admirers and de la Mare was granted a Civil List
pension, made a Companion of Honour and ultimately received the Order of
Merit. His poem The Listeners remains a great favourite of school anthologies and
has an arresting close almost like a Zen koan.
The Listeners BY WALTER DE LA MARE
Is there anybody there? said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forests ferny floor:
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Travellers head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
Is there anybody there? he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Travellers call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote on the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:
Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word, he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,