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The Great Mirror of Same-Sex Love - Poetry - 101. Four Geoffrey Dearmer Poems from the War
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Four Geoffrey Dearmer Poems from the War
A Prayer
Lord, keep him near to me:
Revive his image, let my darkening sight
Renew his life by death intensified
(His beating life so pitifully tried)
That we may face the night
And shade the agony
We pray in barren stress
Where stricken men await the shrill alarm
And nightly watch, in silent order set.
The beckoning stars enshrine the parapet.
Lord, keep his soul from harm
And grant him happiness.
When all the world is free,
And, cleansed and purified by floods of pain,
We turn, and see the light in human eyes;
When the last echo of War's thunder dies;
Lord, let us pause again
In silent memory. [i]
In the Mess
I sat alone although the mess
Was full, when – quick as tears
A song of naked happiness
Came singing in my ears.
I summoned strength to kill a cry
And mad desire to weep;
Then, glancing round me guiltily,
Found everyone asleep. [ii]
To Christopher
At Suvla, when a sickening curse of sound
Came hurtling from the shrapnel-shaken skies,
Without a word you shuddered to the ground
And with a gesture hid your darkening eyes.
You are not blind today—
But were we blind before you went away?
Forgive us then, if, faltering, we fail
To speak in terms articulate of you;
Now Death's celestial journeymen unveil
Your naked soul – the soul we hardly knew.
O beauty scarce unfurled,
Your blood shall help to purify the world.
Awakened now, no longer we believe
Knight-errantry a myth of long ago.
Let us not shame your happiness and grieve;
All close we feel you live and move, we know
Your life shall ever be
Close to our lives enshrined eternally. [iii]
Fallen
The days shall darken and sink down to Night,
And Night shall break in the bleak dawn of Day:
The years shall dim his face, our fleeting sight
Shall see his splendid image fade away
Beyond the knowledge of our drifting thought
Which moves in circles to the source again,
Beyond dark seas with shivering stars inwrought,
Beyond war-burdened men in stricken pain.
I searched in rage and passionate despair
Down winding paths of thought, and comradeless
In the full surge and tumult where he died
I turned; and saw my Brother standing there.
His face was like a dawning happiness —
I saw wounds in his hands, his feet, his side. [iv]
—Geoffrey Dearmer,
circa 1915-1917
[i] “A Prayer” Geoffrey Dearmer Poems, London 1918, p. 5; this poem is noted in the original print version: “Gallipoli, October, 1915”
https://archive.org/details/dearmerpoems00dearrich/page/5/mode/1up
[ii] “In the Mess” Geoffrey Dearmer Poems, London 1918, p. 53
https://archive.org/details/dearmerpoems00dearrich/page/53/mode/1up
[iii] “To Christopher” Geoffrey Dearmer Poems, London 1918, p. v; this poem is noted in the original print version: “Dedication / To Christopher / Killed, Suvla Bay, October 6th, 1915
https://archive.org/details/dearmerpoems00dearrich/page/v/mode/1up
[iv] “Fallen” Geoffrey Dearmer Poems, London 1918, p. 6; this poem is noted in the original print version: “Gallipoli, October, 1915”
https://archive.org/details/dearmerpoems00dearrich/page/6/mode/1up
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