Poetas ingleses da primeira guerra

II. Wars of Destruction and the Myth of the Hero In 1914, it began the First World War, which ended in 1918. The conflict that involved virtually the entire world generated enormous discontent and skepticism about political, social and philosophical force until then. The man, who lived the war, starts to question the values of his time. The period of security, confidence in the future and euphoria had ended. Hundreds of young men in uniform took to writing poetry as a way of striving to express extreme emotion at the very edge of experience. War poetry is not necessarily ‘anti-war’. It is, however, about the very large questions of life: identity, innocence, guilt, loyalty, courage, compassion, humanity, duty, desire, death. Like most of the population of the countries that initiated the hostilities in 1914, much of the British poets faced with enthusiasm the possibility of participating in the "war to end all wars." We can see this in “The Soldier”, one of the poems of Rupert Brooke, who in the beginning of the war already had a good reputation as a poet in England.
“If I should die, think only this of me
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, (…) But the excitement was short lived, as the poets caught in touch with the day-to-day front. Charles Sorley, who died in combat with only 20, was just five months on the combat - long enough to observe that most of people didn’t agree or wanted to be there. “When you see millions of the mouthless dead Across your dreams in pale battalions go,Say not soft things as other men have said, That you'll remember. For you need not so”. The disappointment, frustration and fear of the war can also be seen in a poem from William Noel Hodgson. “Before Action”, is kinda prophetical, his own memorial, as it was written just two days before he was killed in a battle.
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