Some nights are never-ending hells
for these old veterans in our care.
We do not hand out pills, but shells,
as out of battlefields they stare
from over sixty years ago
on far-off Guam or Guadalcanal.
With trembling hands they try to show
how the bravest or youngest fell. Read more …
Roy Campbell was a South African poet and essayist. T. S. Eliot, Dylan Thomas, and Edith Sitwell praised Campbell as one of the best poets of the inter-war period. Unfortunately, his conservatism, Nietzscheanism, and Catholicism, as well as his open contempt for the Bloomsbury set and his participation in the Spanish Civil War on the Fascist side have led his works to be consigned to the memory hole. Read more …
Courage? Beware of those who show no fear,
Those who do not grow pale as dangers near,
Those seemingly valiant folk who do
Not share in anxious concerns with you:
There is something wrong with them. They appear
Unconquerable, yes, but to be here
At this time and not be scared? That’s not true
Courage. Beware. Read more …
She finds herself all by herself in bed,
a web of sunshine on the downy sheet,
a wedding day of bells inside her head,
a layer of cream upon her skin, her feet
still sore from twenty years of love and toil,
yet she thinks that life’s been pretty good.
She hears the bacon sizzle, coffee boil
inside the dented pot of spinsterhood.
She has survived the cold and loneliness
of her decisions, and of her mistakes, Read more …
Age after age I’ve fought in wars,
I’m the diehard who’ll never die,
Adventure’s been my life’s breath,
no regrets I’ll ever sigh.
Faith and Loyalty — they’re my Laws,
Honour and Duty — they’re my Cause.
Haman was my man, when we did plan to make the Persians free,
And it was I who whispered counsel in Pharaoh’s ear, Read more …