Poetry meme
20 September 2005 09:48When you see this, post a poem you like on your LJ.
I first read this poem as part of my O Level English Literature studies many years ago. We were studying the War Poets at the time and for some reason this is the poem that stuck with me. I think it's because the first few lines paint such an evocative image.
Song of the Dying Gunner AAJ by Charles Cansley
Oh mother my mouth is full of stars
As cartridges in the tray
My blood is a twin-branched tree
And it runs,all runs away.
Oh "Cooks to the Galley!" is sounded off
And the lads are down in the mess
But I lie down by the forrad gun
With a bullet in my breast.
Don't send me a parcel at Christmas time
Of socks and nutty and wine
And don't depend on a long weekend
By the Great Western Railway Line
Farewell, Aggie Weston, the Barracks at Guz
Hang my tiddley suit on the door
I'm sewn up neat in a canvas sheet
And I shan't be home no more.
I first read this poem as part of my O Level English Literature studies many years ago. We were studying the War Poets at the time and for some reason this is the poem that stuck with me. I think it's because the first few lines paint such an evocative image.
Oh mother my mouth is full of stars
As cartridges in the tray
My blood is a twin-branched tree
And it runs,all runs away.
Oh "Cooks to the Galley!" is sounded off
And the lads are down in the mess
But I lie down by the forrad gun
With a bullet in my breast.
Don't send me a parcel at Christmas time
Of socks and nutty and wine
And don't depend on a long weekend
By the Great Western Railway Line
Farewell, Aggie Weston, the Barracks at Guz
Hang my tiddley suit on the door
I'm sewn up neat in a canvas sheet
And I shan't be home no more.
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