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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.

XII

One thing upon the tablet of the mind
By fire should be imprinted. Nations stand
Only as to the touch of that great Hand
Their substance answers, which when it outlined
A cosmos on the waters, and designed
Earth’s granite frame, and sundered sea and land,
Laid in man’s heart a Law, more deeply planned
Than that of nations, compassing his kind.
And in that Law eternal stands revealed
How by self-abnegation man at length
Comes to himself, how to the meek is sealed
The habitable earth, how human strength
Is perfected in weakness, into dross
Earth’s glory sinks confronted with Christ’s cross.

Hesepe, 25th July