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On Revisiting the Somme

J. E. Stewart

If I were but a Journalist,
And had a heading every day
In double-column caps, I wist
I, too, could make it pay;

But still for me the shadow lies
Of tragedy. I cannot write
Of these so many Calvaries
As of a pageant fight;

For dead men look me through and through
With their blind eyes, and mutely cry
My name, as I were one they knew
In that red-rimmed July;

Others on new sensation bent
Will wander here, with some glib guide
Insufferably eloquent
Of secrets we would hide –

Hide in this battered crumbling line
Hide in these promiscuous graves,
Till one shall make our story shine
In the fierce light it craves.


J. E. Stewart

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remembrance trauma World War I
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J. E. Stewart1889 - 1918

J. E. Stewart was a teacher in Coatbridge, and an officer in the Border Regiment during the First World War, with one book of poetry published in 1917.
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