tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2769870738847154628.post1250930426412200238..comments2024-03-28T12:21:46.299-07:00Comments on Roads to the Great War: A Poem from 1917 to Launch Our Coverage of That Year's Centennialsnielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10631473280484584330noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2769870738847154628.post-64616496338183440992017-01-07T12:55:36.607-08:002017-01-07T12:55:36.607-08:00One of my favorite Wilfred Owen. Damn, that final...One of my favorite Wilfred Owen. Damn, that final couplet.Bryan Alexanderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05937099144329508708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2769870738847154628.post-89755826575104974042017-01-05T14:05:45.914-08:002017-01-05T14:05:45.914-08:00My wife and I recently watched "Regeneration&...My wife and I recently watched "Regeneration". I was moved by this poem that ended the movie by Wilfred Owen.<br /><br />THE PARABLE OF THE OLD MAN AND THE YOUNG<br /><br />So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,<br />And took the fire with him, and a knife.<br />And as they sojourned both of them together,<br />Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father,<br />Behold AnthonyDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04650567194418485122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2769870738847154628.post-73325958132614971902017-01-02T13:51:52.684-08:002017-01-02T13:51:52.684-08:00A beautiful poem. Thanks for posting it. It remin...A beautiful poem. Thanks for posting it. It reminds me of another poem by A.E. Housemen. It starts, -<br />"On an idle hill of summer, sleepy with the sound of streams..." Published cerca 1906.<br /> RHWhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10962849413699263665noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2769870738847154628.post-37924605634213003282017-01-02T10:47:09.879-08:002017-01-02T10:47:09.879-08:00"We are ringed all round by guarding walls,
S..."We are ringed all round by guarding walls,<br />So high, they shut the view.<br />Not all the guns that shatter the world<br />Can quite break through."<br />Reminds me of most Americans' sense of the war on terror.Bryan Alexanderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05937099144329508708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2769870738847154628.post-89934912697831310532017-01-02T10:32:38.020-08:002017-01-02T10:32:38.020-08:00Always a moving poem - thanks for putting it up.
...Always a moving poem - thanks for putting it up.<br /><br />The idea that the Home Front is affected, but with a certain apathy attached (that the direction of the wind allowing the sounds coming from Flanders and Picardy not meaning destruction and war but meaning rain) is especially poignant.<br /><br />Yet again an example of how 'other' poems (i.e. those not from the Front itself) Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07017632509635342768noreply@blogger.com