Read the poem below by Richard Aldington (yet another Modern poet who wrote about The Great War). How does this poem differ–in whatever way strikes you–from ones you’ve read by Wilfred Owen and Siegfried Sassoon? Focus on any one aspect of this poem and the poetry of Owen or Sassoon…. Just 100-200 words will do:
Gold flashes in the dark,
And on the road
Each side, behind, in front of us.
Where the fierce bullets strike the stones.
In a near shell-hole lies a wounded man,
The stretcher-bearers bending over him ;
And at our feet
Cower shrinkingly against the ground
Dark shadowy forms of men.
Only we two stand upright ;
All differences of life and character smoothed out
And nothing left
Save that one foolish tie of caste
That will not let us shrink.