Frederic Manning

Manning was an Australian aspiring intellectual. He served for only a few months in France, and his military career ended in alcoholism and disgrace. But in 1929 he composed a novel, obviously autobiographical, about three soldiers' experience of the trench nightmare. Almost certainly the finest work of its kind to emerge from the war.

At Even

Hush ye! Hush ye! My babe is sleeping. Hush, ye winds, that are full of sorrow! Hush, ye rains, from your weary weeping! Give him slumber until to-morrow. Hush ye, yet! In the years hereafter, Surely sorrow is all his reaping; Tears shall be in the place of laughter, Give him peace...

By Frederic Manning
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04 November