Their Frailty
He's got a Blighty wound. He's safe; and then
War's fine and bold and bright.
She can forget the doomed and prisoned men
Who agonize and fight.
He's back in France. She loathes the listless strain
And peril of his plight,
Beseeching Heaven to send him home again,
She prays for peace each night.
Husbands and sons and lovers; everywhere
They die; War bleeds us white
Mothers and wives and sweethearts, --they don't care
So long as He's all right.
--Siegfried Sassoon, Counter-Attack and Other Poems, 1918
Erotica author, aka Elspeth Potter, on Writing from the Inside
Sunday, July 26, 2009
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