by Govangirl » Thu Jul 30, 2009 7:14 pm
Duffy read out the following poignant poem today on Radio 4, a tribute to Henry Allingham:
LAST POST
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If poetry could tell it backwards, true, begin
that moment shrapnel scythed you to the stinking mud…
but you get up, amazed, watch bled bad blood
run upwards from the slime into its wounds;
see lines and lines of British boys rewind
back to their trenches, kiss the photographs from home-
mothers, sweethearts, sisters, younger brothers
not entering the story now
to die and die and die.
Dulce- No- Decorum- No- Pro patria mori.
You walk away.
You walk away; drop your gun (fixed bayonet)
like all your mates do too-
Harry, Tommy, Wilfred, Edward, Bert-
and light a cigarette.
There’s coffee in the square,
warm French bread
and all those thousands dead
are shaking dried mud from their hair
and queuing up for home. Freshly alive,
a lad plays Tipperary to the crowd, released
from History; the glistening, healthy horses fit for heroes, kings.
You lean against a wall,
your several million lives still possible
and crammed with love, work, children, talent, English beer, good food.
You see the poet tuck away his pocket-book and smile.
If poetry could truly tell it backwards,
then it would.
Referring to Wilfred Owen’s Dulce et Decorum Est, I think it is an ingenious and beautiful piece of work. Although like Owen, it captures the horror of trench warfare, it also cleverly goes back in time with one of the young British soldiers. I love the line 'Dulce - No - Decorum - No - Pro patria mori' because like Owen, Duffy denies that a death on the battlefield is 'sweet and proper' - what a fitting tribute to Allingham and his comrades!
I love it. Please say you do too EMDEE.
Blow away the dreams that tear you apart
Blow away the dreams that break your heart
Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted