Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

Wilfrid Wilson Gibson was a British Georgian poet, often associated with World War I.Gibson joined the British Army but remained in England. Unlike most other poets who were officers, Gibson wrote poetry from the point of view of the ordinary foot soldier. After the First World War Gibson continued to write poetry and plays. Wikipedia

Color

A blue-black Nubian plucking oranges At Jaffa by a sea of malachite, In red tarboosh, green sash, and flowing white Burnous—among the shadowy memories That haunt me yet by these bleak northern seas He lives for ever in my eyes’ delight, Bizarre, superb in young immortal might— A god of old barbaric...

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19 November

Back

They ask me where I’ve been, And what I’ve done and seen. But what can I reply Who know it wasn’t I, But someone, just like me, Who went across the sea And with my head and hands Slew men in foreign lands … Though I must bear the blame Because he bore my...

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09 November

Battle

Out of the sparkling sea I drew my tingling body clear, and lay On a low ledge the livelong summer day, Basking, and watching lazily White sails in Falmouth Bay. My body seemed to burn Salt in the sun that drenched it through...

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21 May