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Ceasefire

28 Jun 2021 | Moral Justice | 0 comments

We have built a house that is not for Time’s throwing.
We have gained a peace unshaken by pain for ever.
War knows no power. Safe shall be my going,
Secretly armed against all death’s endeavour;
Safe though all safety’s lost; safe where men fall;
And if these poor limbs die, safest of all.

Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), ‘Safety’, War Sonnets, 1914.

Notes from the Compiler

In the first World War, Rupert Brooke volunteered. In Antwerp, he wrote these words which come from one of his five War Sonnets. He is commemorated in Poet's Corner in Westminster Abbey where the words of another British war poet, Wilfred Owen, are carved in stone: 'My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is the pity.'

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