Sunday War Poet ..

The theme for this month's war poetry

is 

Places

To Germany

by

Charles Hamilton Sorley

(1895 - 1915)

You are blind like us. Your hurt no man designed,

And no man claimed the conquest of your land.

But gropers both through fields of thought confined

We stumble and we do not understand.

You only saw your future bigly planned,

And we, the tapering paths of our own mind,

And in each other's dearest ways we stand,

And hiss and hate. And the blind fight the blind.

When it is peace, then we may view again

With new-won eyes each other's truer form

And wonder. Grown more loving-kind and warm

We'll grasp firm hands and laugh at the old pain,

When it is peace. But until peace, the storm

The darkness and the thunder and the rain.

(1914)



Charles Hamilton Sorley was an English poet of the First World War. Born in Aberdeen, educated at Marlborough College, in 1915 he enrolled in the Suffolk Regimental and arrived on the Western Front in May 1915.

He was killed in action in October 1915 at the Battle of Loos.


His sole work was published in January 1916 to critical acclaim.



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