In commemoration of the centenary of WWI we had a panel 
discussion at AACI.  Raymond Cannon gave a general introduction and background 
to the conflict, Elkan Levy spoke about WWI in the Middle East and I spoke about 
the poetry of WWI.  I will describe that here.
The Poetry and literature 
of WWI are unique, there has never been any other war that produced such a 
flowering of poetry and literature as WWI.  The reasons are complex, but one of 
them was the static nature of the war, millions of men sat in trenches for 
months waiting for the next action, they had no distractions, no papers, no 
books, no radio and TV and of course, no smart phones.  In WWII the fast pace of 
armies, the blitzkreig and the the tank battles resulted in a much more mobile 
pace of the war, leaving men little time to spend contemplating the fine art of 
poetry.  Also, in WWI the vast majority of casualties were soldiers, while in 
WWII the vast majority of casualties were civilians, due to the bombing of 
cities and the concentration camps.   Most of the literature of WWII was 
descriptive novels or personal stories, but the poetry of WWI was a distilled 
essence of the experience of the soldiers at the front. In describing the 
horrific conditions they experienced in the trenches, they evinced a natural 
opposition to war that lasted until WWII (only 21 years later) and beyond.  
There were many nationalities involved in WWI, English, German, French, 
American, Russian, etc.  But, the English poetry that came out of WWI is 
unique.  In Wikipedia there are analyses of the poetry of each country, that of 
most takes 5 pages, that of England takes over 50.
The poetry of WWI is 
both extremely modern and political in the sense that it 
exposed the futility of the age-old concept of the nobility of dying for one’s 
country.  It did this not by shouting slogans, but by describing in vivid detail 
the suffering of the soldiers at the front.  The poetry of WWI had a profound 
influence on the subsequent culture of England and the West.  It led to cynicism 
regarding governments and the development of concepts of liberalism and human 
rights.  Every poet and writer must consider the sometimes opposite effects of 
choosing the right word and rhyme and the message he wants to convey.  Gory 
death cannot be described in glorified stanzas.   Gen. Montgomery, who fought as 
an officer in WWI and a General in WWII, was once asked what was the chief 
difference, and he answered that in WWI the lives of the men were 
expendable, while in WWII the officers had to treat the soldiers as 
people.
Here are some famous English poets of WWI: Rupert Brooke 
(1887-1915); Siegfried Sassoon (1865-1967); Edmund Blunden (1896-1974); Wilfred 
Owen (1893-1918); Robert Graves (1895-1985); Isaac Rosenberg (1890-1918); 
Herbert Read (1893-1968) and many more.  At the beginning of WWI there were 
still a few poets who glorified war and were idealistic, such was Rupert 
Brooke, here are excerpts of his poetry:  
        
Grantchester
    Stands the church clock at ten to three?
     And 
is there honey still for tea?   (Showing nostalgia for 
home).
          The Soldier
     If I should die think only this 
of me
     That there is a corner of a foreign field 
     That is forever 
England.
Fortunately he died early enough, in 1915 (from a mosquito 
bite) to avoid the worst suffering of the War.
Wilfred Owen is 
perhaps the most famous of the WWI poets.  Two of his poems have entered the 
canon of English literature:
           Strange Meeting:
    It 
seemed like out of battle I escaped
    Down some profound dull tunnel, long 
since scooped 
    Through granite which titanic wars had 
groined…..
           Anthem for doomed youth:
     What 
passing-bells for those who die as cattle?
    - Only the monstrous anger of 
the guns.
     Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
     Can patter 
out their hasty orisons…..
     The pallor of girls’ brows shall be 
their pall
    Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
     And 
each slow dusk the drawing-down of blinds.
This last line is a 
famous poetic metaphor to the memory of the fallen.
Isaac 
Rosenberg was born in Bristol in 1890, and studied art at the Slade School 
in London.  He was visiting family in S. Africa when WWI was declared.  He 
returned to England and enlisted in the British Army in 1914.  He fought in the 
trenches and was killed at the age of 28 as the war ended.   Here are some 
examples of his poetry:
     Marching
My eyes catch ruddy necks
Sturdily 
pressed back -
All a red brick moving glint.
Like flaming pendulums, 
hands
Swing across the khaki -
Mustard-coloured khaki -
To the 
automatic feet.        
     Dead man’s dump 
None saw their 
spirits' shadow shake the grass,
Or stood aside for the half used life to 
pass
Out of those doomed nostrils and the doomed mouth,
When the swift 
iron burning bee
Drained the wild honey of their youth. 
This last metaphor for a bullet "the swift 
iron burning bee" that "drained the wild honey of their youth," is 
for me perhaps the greatest poetic image of WWI.  Yet, Isaac Rosenberg is little 
known, he was forgotten for many years and his name and fame have only been 
resurrected in recent years.  Why was Rosenberg ignored?   He was Jewish in WWI 
England; he was poor; he was a private, when all the other famous poets were 
officers; he died young and in obscurity.  In his study “First World War 
Poetry” (Penguin 1979) Jon Silken compares  the poetry of Rosenberg with 
that of Owen:   He states, “One of the principal differences in the Owen 
/Rosenberg contrast is that Owen’s poems are,  in the main, 
recollected…Rosenberg’s lines do have fierce immediacy not present in 
Owen’s”; “Owen’s language narrates or carries the ideas; Rosenberg’s 
language is them, sensuously enacts them, and experiences them.”  One might 
attribute this difference not only to their different styles, but also to the 
fact that Owen was British and Rosenberg was Jewish, his approach is more direct 
and sensual. Owen like most of the officers had leave during which he could hone 
his poetry, Rosenberg as a private had no leave.  But Rosenberg now has a plaque 
dedicated to him outside the Whitechapel Library in the East End of London, 
where many poor Jewish intellectuals worked.
In summary, Wilfred Owen 
famously wrote: “This book is not about heroes.  English poetry is not yet 
fit to speak of them.  Nor is it about deeds, or lands, nor anything about 
glory, honor, might, majesty , dominion or power, except War.  Above all I am 
not concerned with Poetry, my subject is War, and the pity of 
War.”
To also mention several influential novels of WWI:  
• 
“Goodbye to all that” is a memoir by Robert Graves, published in 1929, 
of his time before during and after WWI, that as its title implies rejects the cosy, stable pre-war world.  It was a very influential book.
• 
“All Quiet on the Western Front,” is a novel by Erich Maria Remarque, a 
German author, also published in 1929, who experienced the trench 
warfare.  It is a profoundly anti-war account and influenced many.  It has been 
made into several movies.  
• "The Forty Days of Musa Dagh" by Franz 
Werfel (1933).  This poignant novel based on real historical events unfolds the 
tragedy that befell the Armenian people in the dark year of 1915 
when the Turks systematically exterminated their Christian subjects
• "A 
Farewell to Arms" by Ernest Hemingway (1929) is set during the Italian 
campaign of WWI, the book, relates the story of a US officer in the Italian 
ambulance corps and his love affair with an American nurse.
The 
long-term influence of the literature and poetry of WWI was that it opened 
people’s eyes to the tremendous suffering and terrible treatment of soldiers by 
their own armies and leaders.   It emphasized the futility of war and 
the need for people to have a greater say in when wars are declared and how they 
are conducted. It gave rise to an anti-war movement that is still with us 
today.