{"id":28715,"date":"2015-04-07T06:30:34","date_gmt":"2015-04-06T18:30:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=28715"},"modified":"2015-04-04T18:38:06","modified_gmt":"2015-04-04T05:38:06","slug":"the-tuesday-poem-an-anzac-poem-by-jessie-pope-1868-1941","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2015\/04\/07\/the-tuesday-poem-an-anzac-poem-by-jessie-pope-1868-1941\/","title":{"rendered":"The Tuesday Poem: An ANZAC Poem By Jessie Pope, 1868-1941"},"content":{"rendered":"

Why do we cheer those brown-faced boys with pride,
\nWhy do dense crowds press round on every side,
\nWhy do we throw them flowers, our hearts aglow?
\nWell\u2014turn a minute to three years ago.<\/p>\n

A moonlit beach\u2014a cliff of scrub and bush\u2014
\nThe creeping, crowded boats\u2014a breathless hush\u2014,
\nA cranch of keels \u2014a leap, a shallow splash\u2014
\nAnd then Inferno, thunder, blaze and crash.<\/p>\n

\u201cStraight as a bayonet\u201d\u2014riddled where they fell;
\nHacking the wire, across that strip of Hell;
\nThose untried heroes\u2014husky and blood-drenched\u2014
\nHurled back the Turkish outposts \u2014and entrenched!<\/p>\n

The thing that was impossible was done!
\nFrom the beginning thus have Britons won.
\nSo, year by year, in words of fire and gold,
\nThe Anzacs\u2019 glorious landing shall be told.<\/p>\n

by Jessie Pope, 1868-1941<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

With this April marking the centenary of ANZAC participation in the invasion of Gallipoli in World War One I shall be featuring poetry on the theme of war and its consequences throughout the coming month.<\/p>\n

Jessie Pope was a well-known English writer of the pre-WW1 and WW1 period who wrote a number of poems during the war period, lauding the ANZAC soldiers. I find it interesting to juxtapose its sentiment with that of Lorna Staveley Anker’s Ellen’s Vigil<\/a>, featured on September 3, 2013, written as witness to her grandmother’s grief for three sons, all of whom died in France.<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

\"TuesPoem\"<\/a>To read the featured poem on the Tuesday Poem Hub<\/strong> and other great poems from fellow Tuesday poets from around the world, click here<\/strong><\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Why do we cheer those brown-faced boys with pride, Why do dense crowds press round on every side, Why do we throw them flowers, our hearts aglow? Well\u2014turn a minute to three years ago. A moonlit beach\u2014a cliff of scrub and bush\u2014 The creeping, crowded boats\u2014a breathless hush\u2014, A cranch of keels \u2014a leap, a […]<\/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-28715","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28715","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=28715"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28715\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":28718,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28715\/revisions\/28718"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=28715"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=28715"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=28715"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}