‘Down the blue night the unending columns press In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow,’ Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. Clouds (l. 1-2)


The red sweet wine of youth : British poets of the First World War  Nicholas Murray  London : Little, Brown, 2010  Hardcover. 1st ed., later printing.  343 p., [16] p. of plates : ill., ports. ; 24 cm. Includes bibliographical references and index. Clean, tight and strong binding with clean dust jacket. No highlighting, underlining or marginalia in text. VG/VG

     ''The thundering line of battle stands,     And in the air Death moans and sings:     But Day shall clasp him with strong hands,     And Night shall fold him in soft wings.''  Julian Grenfell (1888-1915), British poet. Into Battle (l. 43-46)

”The thundering line of battle stands,
And in the air Death moans and sings:
But Day shall clasp him with strong hands,
And Night shall fold him in soft wings.”
Julian Grenfell (1888-1915), British poet. Into Battle (l. 43-46)

The poetry that emerged from the trenches of WWI is a remarkable body of work, at once political manifesto and literary beacon for the 20th century.

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”All the hills and vales along
Earth is bursting into song,
And the singers are the chaps
Who are going to die perhaps.”
Charles Hamilton Sorley (1895-1915), Scottish poet. All the Hills and Vales Along (l. 1-4). . .

 

In this recreation of the lives of the greatest poets to come out of the conflict, Nicholas Murray brilliantly reveals the men themselves as well as the struggle of the artist to live fully and to bear witness in the annihilating squalor of battle.

     ''We only know war lasts, rain soaks, and clouds sag stormy.''  Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Exposure (l. 12)

”We only know war lasts, rain soaks, and clouds sag stormy.”
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Exposure (l. 12)

Bringing into sharp focus the human detail of each life, using journals, letters, and literary archives, Murray brings to life the men’s indissoluble comradeship and their extraordinary courage.

    'When the swift iron burning bee     Drained the wild honey of their youth.''  Isaac Rosenberg (1890-1918), British poet. Dead Man's Dump (l. 30-31)

‘When the swift iron burning bee
Drained the wild honey of their youth.”
Isaac Rosenberg (1890-1918), British poet. Dead Man’s Dump (l. 30-31)

Poignant, vivid, and unfailingly intelligent, Nicholas Murray’s study offers new and finely tuned insight into the often devastatingly brief lives of a remarkable generation of men.

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