A Alec de Candole

Alec de Candole

39 şiir · 1897 — · England

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Born in 1897 in Cheltheham, Alec de Candole is perhaps one of the lesser known war poets who produced work during the 1914-18 conflict known as The Great War. De Candole was barely out of his teens when he joined the army in 1917 and was only 21 when he met his death at Bonningues in France the following year. His small but important body of work of some 85 poems, mostly published after his death, present a snapshot of life on the front line during the war and mark an important contribution to the literature of the time. Born into a well-to-do family, Candole initially went to school in Cambridge where his family lived but then attended St Andrew’s in Southborough from about the age of eleven. He was a talented student and was awarded various scholarships and prizes during his young life which allowed him to gain a place at the private school in Malborough. With his father following a career in the church, Candole hoped to emulate him and, in 1915, elected to study at Cambridge intending to later take Holy Orders. With the war raging in Europe however, he decided to put this career on hold and left to join the army. He was commissioned to the Fourth Wiltshire Regiment, getting his orders to travel to France in Spring of 1917. Candole took an active part in the conflict and came back to England for a short period of leave in September. When he returned to the front line he was injured and posted back to Salisbury where he quickly recovered and then joined the Machine Gun Corps. Candole returned to Bonningues in France but was killed during a bombing raid on the evening of 3rd September 1918 just a few months before the end of the war. He was buried at Aubigny Communal Cemetery in France. It wasn’t until after the war that his poetry came to light and began to be published in selected anthologies. A small volume of work entitled The Faith of the Subaltern was brought out by the Cambridge Press shortly after the war ended but it was the involvement of more well-known writers such as Sassoon that brought his poetry to the fore. Unlike many of his writing peers, de Candole had a deeply religious upbringing and this comes across in his poetry from his time on the front. Despite the hardship and tragedy he endured, he maintained his devotion to God, something many of the war poets lost quite easily, right up until his untimely death in September 1918. His collection of 80 or so poems provide an important viewpoint of the life in the war and how a young man at the time saw the conflict.

Alec de Candole şiirleri

Arama yardımı

And if a bullet in the midst of strife Should still the pulse of this unquiet life Twere well: be death an everlasting rest, I oft could yearn for it, by cares opprest ;…

As one that stands upon the beetling sheer Of some dread precipice, when midmost night With whelming dark has hidden from his sight The path before, behind him, far and near.…

As one who wanders on a desert plain. An arid waste of dead sterility, Then finds a green oasis suddenly. And slakes his thirst there, and forgets his pain.…

Changeful with glow and chequered shade, a sight Now gloom'd with grief, and now with joy elate, How strange, how sweet, is life, how poised our state, Now fair as day, now black a…

TOGETHER we are glad and sing today, Exulting in the birth of that sweet Child Who to God's Father-heart has reconciled Bewildered man, and lit with hope's pure ray.…

İngilizce

I I CANNOT argue out the rights and wrongs, Who first this hideous force of war did move, I only know my heart and spirit longs…

For them, the bitterness of death is past ; For us, we know not how our lot is cast, To live or die, or worse, to suffer pain, That rends and tears the body and soul atwain,…

İngilizce

LIFE'S wheel runs back; and back Time rolls his page, That we may read where once we read before, For one sweet day : the old wine, more rich with age. For this brief space is ours…

Hast thou beheld a night of burning stars? With ev'n such silent eyes does GOD behold The world and all its sorrows from of old, The pangs that torture, and the strife that jars,…

İngilizce

WHAT desires and powers are working in me Strains of long-forgotten ancestry, Loves and hates, I know not, thoughts and passions Strangely mingled all, to furnish me.…

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Here's to the glory of life, to the good and the ill that we know To the loves and the passions of men as they move and they live, To the hope of the future that beams, and the spl…

I have not lived in vain, if one of men, Who trod the earth and breathed the air with me, Have felt the touch of man's divinity From God through me, and learned to hope again.…

ENTHRONED above the sages and the saints. Above all kings that e'er had empery, And wielded sceptres over land and sea, More nobly crown'd than all that fancy paints…

İngilizce

THIS life thus nobly ended, forth again Still to another ! Still God, through all thy future joy or pain, Be with thee, brother !

In that rough barn we knelt, and took and ate Simply together there the bread divine. The body of God made flesh, and drank in wine His blood who died, to man self-dedicate.…

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