Showing posts with label war poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label war poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

the manuscript of "Dulce Et Decorum Est"


British Museum

The crossed-out stanza reads:

Then somewhere near in front; Whew...fup, fup, fup,
Gas-shells? or duds? We loosened masks in case,-
And listened. Nothing. Far rumouring of Krupp,
Then sudden poisons stung us in the face.