Day: June 12, 2014

Futility by Wilfred OwenFutility by Wilfred Owen

Move him into the sun–  Gently its touch awoke him once,  At home, whispering of fields unsown.  Always it awoke him, even in France,  Until this morning and this snow.

A New Heaven by Wilfred OwenA New Heaven by Wilfred Owen

Seeing we never found gay fairyland (Though still we crouched by bluebells moon by moon) And missed the tide of Lethe; yet are soon For that new bridge that leaves

1914 (poem) by Wilfred Owen1914 (poem) by Wilfred Owen

War broke: and now the Winter of the world With perishing great darkness closes in. The foul tornado, centred at Berlin, Is over all the width of Europe whirled, Rending

Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred OwenDulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen

 Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,  Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,  Till on the haunting flares we turned out backs,  And towards our distant rest began

Strange Meeting by Wilfred OwenStrange Meeting by Wilfred Owen

It seemed that out of battle I escapedDown some profound dull tunnel, long since scoopedThrough granites which titanic wars had groined. Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,Too fast in thought

A doctor’s journal entry – Vikram Seth icse EnglishA doctor’s journal entry – Vikram Seth icse English

The morning stretched calm, beautiful, and warm.Sprawling half clad, I gazed out at the formOf shimmering leaves and shadows. SuddenlyA strong flash, then another, startled me.I saw the old stone

A Psalm of Life BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW icse EnglishA Psalm of Life BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW icse English

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,    Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers,    And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life

Small Pain In My Chest by Michael MackSmall Pain In My Chest by Michael Mack

The soldier boy was sitting calmly underneath that tree. As I approached it, I could see him beckoning to me. The battle had been long and hard and lasted through