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Sunday, November 11, 2007
An extract from ‘Spring Offensive’ by Wilfred Owen (1893-1918) written in 1918 – never fully revised by Wilfred who was killed one week before the armistice. He is one of my favourite poets.
“Of them who running on that last high place Breasted the surf of bullets, or went up On the hot blast and fury of hell’s upsurge, Or plunged and fell away past this world’s verge, Some say God caught them even before they fell.”