tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post7128378973917039810..comments2024-03-23T20:37:37.891-07:00Comments on First Known When Lost: Ink, Insects, And Candlelight: Thomas Hardy And Walter De La MareStephen Pentzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14882220887712092005noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-39168483143970273422010-08-16T18:57:23.282-07:002010-08-16T18:57:23.282-07:00Anonymous: Thank you very much for visiting, and f...Anonymous: Thank you very much for visiting, and for giving us the lines from Sassoon and Blunden!<br /><br />As for the lines having no ink: no problem whatsoever - I will soon be posting insect poems by James Reeves and Christina Rossetti that came to mind, and there will be no ink involved.<br /><br />Thank you again.Stephen Pentzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14882220887712092005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-51315093517097888522010-08-16T09:51:29.837-07:002010-08-16T09:51:29.837-07:00These don't count, there's no ink! -- but ...These don't count, there's no ink! -- but they popped into my head as I was reading the Hardy poem.<br /><br />One is Sassoom's disturbing "Repression of War Experience" <br /><br />Now light the candles; one; two; there's a moth; <br />What silly beggars they are to blunder in <br />And scorch their wings with glory, liquid flame -- ....<br /><br />and the other one is Blunden's "Sick-Bed"<br /><br />Half dead with fever, here in bed I sprawl, <br />In candlelight watching the odd flies crawl <br />Across the ceiling's bleak white desolation; <br />Can they not yet have heard of gravitation? <br />Hung upside down above the precipice <br />To doze the night out; ignorance is bliss! <br />Your blood be on your heads, ridiculous flies....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com