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Sonnets from a prison camp

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A sequence of sonnets composed by a soldier in enemy captivity during the First World War, recording frontline violence, the suddenness of bombardment, marches and captures, the strain of waiting and the loss of comrades, and the solace found in memory and poetic labour. Many poems juxtapose immediate scenes—exploding shrapnel, crowded billets, marches, and internment camps—with reveries of homeland landscapes and classical or moral reflections. Sections move between field incidents, the nadir of imprisonment, thoughts of home and influences, and short epigrams or maxims, showing how verse acted as a mental bulwark against despair while exploring themes of fate, endurance, and the persistence of inner freedom.

VIII

Deep-sounding, subtle, pitiful, profound,
Dredger of human nature, versed in crime,
Mated with every grief, who in the slime
Divinest well where purest pearls abound;
Where darkness mostly reigneth thou dost found
A kingdom of the light, O soul sublime,
Most pure, most Christ-like spirit of thy time;
And where thy feet have trod is holy ground—
Holy, yet haunted, and a realm of fright,
Not to be traversed but with flying feet,
And beating heart and racing brain alight
With fire from hell, and heated with hell’s heat,
Till in the cooler spaces of the night
The o’erwrought spirit finds a safe retreat.

Hesepe, 27th May