Yettheseelegiesarenottothisgeneration,Thisisinnosenseconsolatory。

    Theymaybetothenext。

    Allthepoetcandoto—dayistowarn。

    ThatiswhythetruePoetsmustbetruthful。

    IfIthoughttheletterofthisbookwouldlast,Imighthaveusedpropernames;butifthespiritofitsurvivesPrussia,——

    myambitionandthosenameswillbecontent;fortheywillhaveachievedthemselvesfresherfieldsthanFlanders。

    Note。——ThisPrefacewasfound,inanunfinishedcondition,amongWilfredOwen’spapers。

    ContentsPrefaceStrangeMeetingGreaterLoveApologiaproPoemateMeoTheShowMentalCasesParableoftheOldMenandtheYoungArmsandtheBoyAnthemforDoomedYouthTheSend—offInsensibilityDulceetDecorumestTheSentryTheDead—BeatExposureSpringOffensiveTheChancesS。I。W。

    FutilitySmile,Smile,SmileConsciousATerreWildwithallRegretsDisabledTheEnd

    StrangeMeetingItseemedthatoutofthebattleIescapedDownsomeprofounddulltunnel,longsincescoopedThroughgraniteswhichTitanicwarshadgroined。

    Yetalsothereencumberedsleepersgroaned,Toofastinthoughtordeathtobebestirred。

    Then,asIprobedthem,onesprangup,andstaredWithpiteousrecognitioninfixedeyes,Liftingdistressfulhandsasiftobless。

    Andbyhissmile,Iknewthatsullenhall;

    Withathousandfearsthatvision’sfacewasgrained;

    Yetnobloodreachedtherefromtheupperground,Andnogunsthumped,ordownthefluesmademoan。

    \"Strange,friend,\"Isaid,\"Hereisnocausetomourn。\"

    \"None,\"saidtheother,\"Savetheundoneyears,Thehopelessness。Whateverhopeisyours,Wasmylifealso;IwenthuntingwildAfterthewildestbeautyintheworld,Whichliesnotcalmineyes,orbraidedhair,Butmocksthesteadyrunningofthehour,Andifitgrieves,grievesrichlierthanhere。

    Forbymygleemightmanymenhavelaughed,Andofmyweepingsomethinghasbeenleft,Whichmustdienow。Imeanthetruthuntold,Thepityofwar,thepitywardistilled。

    Nowmenwillgocontentwithwhatwespoiled。

    Or,discontent,boilbloody,andbespilled。

    Theywillbeswiftwithswiftnessofthetigress,Nonewillbreakranks,thoughnationstrekfromprogress。