posted on 2024-04-05, 13:40authored byFirst World War Poetry Digital Archive Project Team
The torn line wavers, breaks, and falls. 'Get up, come on!' the captain calls 'Get up, the Welsh, and on we go!' (Christ, that my lads should fail me so!) A dying boy grinned up and said: 'The whole damned company, sir; it's dead.' 'Come on! Cowards!' bawled the captain, then Fell killed, among his writhing men.
History
Identifier
3402.txt
Creator
Graves, Robert (1895-1985)
Date
(1995, 1997, 1999)
Date Created
01/01/1997
Temporal Date
31/12/1999
Type
Poem
Rights
The Robert Graves Copyright Trust / Published in Graves, R. (1999) Complete Poems: Volumes 1 - 3. Eds. B. Graves and D. Ward. London: Penguin Books.