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<\/a>“Lijssenthoek<\/strong>” by Joanna Preston<\/h3>\nYesterday, I linked to Joanna Preston’s <\/a>interview on Radio New Zealand’s “Sunday Morning<\/a>” programme. One of the poems Joanna read at the conclusion of the interview was the haibun Lijssenthoek<\/em><\/strong>, which I featured as part of a war poetry series last year:<\/p>\n There. Red brick and white stone; an archway anything but triumphal. We wheeled our hired bicycles through the gate-building, blinking at the transition from light to shadow to light again as we stepped out into the garden. And garden it was. Rows of lilies, ranged in front of the crosses that marked the Canadian graves. The New Zealand graves. The South African graves…”<\/span><\/p>\n To read the haibun in full, click on:<\/p>\n To hear Joanna read the poem click on:<\/p>\n and go to approximately 22.50 minutes through the interview.<\/p>\n —<\/p>\n Ellen’s Vigil<\/em><\/strong> is inscribed in NZ’s national memorial to the Unknown Soldier. I also featured it as part of last year’s war poetry series:<\/p>\n “Benjamin\u2026\u2026..<\/span>Isaac\u2026\u2026.<\/span>Tom<\/span> To read the full poem, click on:<\/p>\n —<\/p>\n I don’t think you can address Word War 1 poetry without looking at the work of Wilfrid Owen<\/a>. I have featured two of his poems over the past four years:<\/p>\n Anthem For Doomed Youth<\/em><\/strong> on September 4 last year:<\/p>\n ANZAC Memorial (Inglewood)<\/p><\/div>\n And last, but not least, Leigh Vickridge’s NZEF Trooper 203453<\/em><\/strong>, featured for ANZAC Day in 2011:<\/p>\n<\/div>\n “He was born at Longton Avenue<\/span> High tea on Sunday evenings<\/span> Gallipoli washed away all that \u2013<\/span> With the recent commemoration of the centenary of World War 1 beginning, it seems fitting to look at some of the specifically World War 1 related poetry featured on the blog over recent years. “Lijssenthoek” by Joanna Preston Yesterday, I linked to Joanna Preston’s interview on Radio New Zealand’s “Sunday Morning” programme. One of the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-26569","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26569","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=26569"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26569\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":26580,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26569\/revisions\/26580"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=26569"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=26569"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=26569"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\n<\/em><\/span><\/div>\nLijssenthoek<\/strong><\/a><\/h3>\n
“Sunday Morning” Interview: Joanna Preston<\/a><\/h3>\n
<\/a>“Ellen’s Vigil” by Lorna Staveley Anker<\/h3>\n
\n Passchendaele\u2026..<\/span>Ypres\u2026and Somme<\/span>
\n \u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026.<\/span>three ovals float<\/span>
\n \u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026.<\/span>on the cold wall<\/span>
\n plastered whiter<\/span>
\n \u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026..<\/span>than their bones…”<\/span><\/p>\nEllen’s Vigil<\/a><\/h3>\n
<\/a>Wilfrid Owen:<\/h3>\nAnthem For Doomed Youth<\/strong>\u00a0<\/a><\/h3>\n
\n Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,<\/span>
\n Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs<\/span>
\n And towards our distant rest began to trudge.<\/span>
\n Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots<\/span>
\n But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;<\/span>
\n Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots<\/span>
\n Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.<\/span>
\n Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! \u2013 An ecstasy of fumbling,<\/span>
\n Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;<\/span>
\n But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,<\/span>
\n And flound\u2019ring like a man in fire or lime . . .”<\/span><\/div>\nDulce Et Decorum Est<\/strong><\/a><\/h3>\n
NZEF Trooper 203453 <\/em>by Leigh Vickridge
\n<\/em><\/strong><\/h3>\n<\/a>
\n in London<\/span>
\n not far from Crystal Palace<\/span><\/p>\n
\n with the mater and the pater<\/span>
\n then minor public school<\/span><\/p>\n
\n carnage at Chunuk Bair<\/span>
\n flyblown corpses in the sun…”<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\nNZEF Trooper 203453<\/strong><\/em><\/a><\/h3>\n
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