World War One Poetry – Day Eighteen

First World War Centenary

On the 11th November 2018, we reach the centenary year of World War One.

100 years since the end of conflict.

“On the centenary of the Armistice we will give thanks for peace and for those that returned, and remember the sacrifice of the 800,000 soldiers who died”

So far this is the eighteenth poem I have published on my home page in remembrance of World War One.

Below is a copy of Thomas Hardy’s, Drummer Hodge This poem is often compared with Brooke’s “The Soldier”. If you know the poem or have just read it for the first time please feel free to leave a comment on my Facebook homepage or blog.


 

Drummer Hodge

By Thomas Hardy

They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest
Uncoffined — just as found:
His landmark is a kopje-crest
That breaks the veldt around:
And foreign constellations west
Each night above his mound.

Young Hodge the drummer never knew —
Fresh from his Wessex home —
The meaning of the broad Karoo,
The Bush, the dusty loam,
And why uprose to nightly view
Strange stars amid the gloam.

Yet portion of that unknown plain
Will Hodge for ever be;
His homely Northern breast and brain
Grow up some Southern tree,
And strange-eyed constellations reign
His stars eternally.

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