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    The Poetry Of Arthur Graeme West
    The Poetry Of Arthur Graeme West
    The Poetry Of Arthur Graeme West
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    The Poetry Of Arthur Graeme West

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    Arthur Graeme West was born in 1891 in Norfolk in England. He was educated at Blundell's School and then Balliol College, Oxford. West was killed by a sniper on April 3rd 1917. His published works are few and rest mainly on the acclaimed ‘The Diary Of A Dead officer’, which was published in 1919. His poetry, which we publish here, is acclaimed by many. Indeed ‘God, How I Hate you! And ‘The Night Patrol’ are regularly lauded as explicit examples of life on the front lines by regular soldiers. Had he lived he may well have added many other poems to his canon but what we are left with is a fitting tribute to this young poet.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCopyright Group
    Release dateJan 3, 2014
    ISBN9781783949243
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      The Poetry Of Arthur Graeme West - Arthur Graeme West

      The Poetry Of Arthur Graeme West

      Arthur Graeme West was born in 1891 in Norfolk in England. He was educated at Blundell's School and then Balliol College, Oxford.

      West was killed by a sniper on April 3rd 1917 near Bapaume.  His published works are few and rest mainly on the acclaimed ‘The Diary Of A Dead officer’, which was published in 1919. 

      His poetry, which we publish here, is acclaimed by many.  Indeed ‘God, How I Hate you! And ‘The Night Patrol’ are regularly lauded as explicit examples of life on the front lines by regular soldiers.  Had he lived he may well have added many other poems to his canon but what we are left with is a fitting tribute to this young poet.

      Index Of Poems

      God! How I Hate You!

      Spurned by the Gods

      The Night Patrol France, March 1916.

      The Traveller

      On Reading Ballads

      ‘The Owl Abash’d’or The Present Estate of Oxford

      The End of the Second Year

      The Last God

      Tea in the Garden

      Seeing Her Off

      God! How I Hate You!

      God! How I hate you, you young cheerful men,

      Whose pious poetry blossoms on your graves

      As soon as

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