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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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The finality, futility, and fatalities of war are stirring and emotionally presented in these poems.  Thanks for finding these for us, @AC Benus.

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1 hour ago, ReaderPaul said:

The finality, futility, and fatalities of war are stirring and emotionally presented in these poems.  Thanks for finding these for us, @AC Benus.

Thanks, ReaderPaul. Dearmer is one of the best WW1 soldier poets, imo. His work was long neglected, but starting in the late 1980s, received a critical reevaluation. Fortunately, he was around still to accept this overdue recognition in person. And he was able to tell interviewers he'd been forced to give up poetry in the 1920s because no magazine would buy his work after his (rather too open) book appeared in 1918. Dearmer only passed in 1996.

Thanks again!  

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These four poems recall how much each surviving front line soldier paid for the world that emerged in 1920. And how much more did subsequent generations pay when their receipts - their poetry, their histories, their true selves - were buried by those who brutally enforced their versions of normality? Thank you for making us more complete in bringing these to everyone again. 

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On 7/30/2023 at 12:16 PM, Parker Owens said:

These four poems recall how much each surviving front line soldier paid for the world that emerged in 1920. And how much more did subsequent generations pay when their receipts - their poetry, their histories, their true selves - were buried by those who brutally enforced their versions of normality? Thank you for making us more complete in bringing these to everyone again. 

Thank you, Parker. Since you've penned these words, I've come in contact with Martin Taylor's Lads: Love Poetry of the Trenches. Mr. Taylor was Librarian at the British Imperial War Museum, and with this 1989 anthology and analysis, he dared to drag the same-sex love nature of most WW1 poetry to full, exposed sunshine. He is the one who single-handedly brought about Geoffrey Dearmer's reevaluation, which has led to Dearmer now commonly being considered among the most important soldier-poets of the time. Lads is a very important book, although it was literally years of reading and researching on themes of First World War poems before it came to my attention. Thanks internet :( 

Taylor published two books on same-sex love themes in history, but then sadly fell in 1996, one of the countless Gay men of his generation dead much too young

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