The poetry of the First World War is always compelling in that it forces me to step out of my comfort zone and confront the harsh reality of utterly futile death, as expressed so painfully and powerfully in Wilfred Owen’s “Futility” Move him into the sun— Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering…
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