Rupert Chawner Brooke (1887 – 1915) – British poet.

I know have written a post about Rupert Brooke before but I haven’t yet tackled the poets of 1914 and 1915 and I am trying to put that right.  I recently found this quote:

"There are three good things in this world. One is to read poetry, another is to write poetry, and the best of all is to live poetry."    Rupert Brooke

on the lovely Facebook page Rupert Brooke Remembered https://www.facebook.com/rupertbrookepoet/
Via the Facebook Page Caffeinated Musings

Rupert was born in Rugby, Warwickshire, UK, on 3rd August 1887 -  the third of four children born to William Parker ("Willie") Brooke, a schoolmaster, and Ruth Mary Brooke, née Cotterill, a school matron. He was named after a maternal great-grandfather - Rupert Chawner (1750–1836

When Rupert was born, his father was Master of School Field House at Rugby School. His elder brother was Richard England "Dick" Brooke (1881–1907), his sister Edith Marjorie Brooke was born in 1885 and died the following year, and his younger brother was William Alfred Cotterill "Podge" Brooke (1891–1915).

Rupert was educated locally at Hillbrow Preparatory School, before going on to Rugby School.  While travelling in Europe he prepared a thesis entitled "John Webster and the Elizabethan Drama", which won him a scholarship to King's College, Cambridge. At university he became a member of the Apostles, was elected as president of the Fabian Society, helped found the Marlowe Society drama club and acted.

He became acquainted with members of the Bloomsbury Group of writers – among them Virginia Woof, Vita Sackville-West - and was one of the Dymock poets.

With the Cofnfords at Grantchester pre WW1

After his relationship with Katherine Laird Cox ended, Rupert toured America and wrote articles for the "Westminster Gazette".

Rupert enlisted at the outbreak of war in August 1914. He came to public attention as a war poet early the following year, when “The Times Literary Supplement” published two sonnets ("IV: The Dead" and "V: The Soldier") on 11th March; the latter was then read from the pulpit of St Paul's Cathedral on Easter Sunday (4th April).

Rupert's poetry gained many enthusiasts and followers and he was taken up by Edward Marsh, who brought him to the attention of Winston Churchill, then First Lord of the Admiralty. Rupert was commissioned into the Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve as a Sub-Lieutenant, joining the Hood Battalion, 2nd Brigade, R.N. Division.  He took part in the Royal Naval Division's expedition to Antwerp in Belgium in 1914.

Rupert's Division was en route for Gallipoli in a troopship escorted by the Dreadnought Battleship "The Prince George" in 1915, when they put into Treis Bouke Bay near the Greek Island of Skyros for provisions.  According to the log of the hospital ship on which Rupert was treated, he went exploring, was bitten by a mosquito and became ill however, it is possible he may already have been ill before arriving on the Island.   Rupert was transferred by cutter from "The Prince George" to the French Naval Hospital Ship "Duguay-Trouin", a converted French Naval destroyer, for treatment but he died on 23rd April 1915.

Rupert's original grave marker now at Rugby School

As the expeditionary force had orders to depart immediately, Rupert was buried at 11 pm in an olive grove on Skyros. The site was chosen by his friend musician and composer, William Denis Browne.  Another friend – the poet Patrick Shaw Stewart – was a member of the firing party at Rupert’s funeral. Australian musician, composer and Olympic rower, Frederick Septimus Kelly, wrote his "Elegy, In Memoriam Rupert Brooke for harp and strings" after attending Brooke's death and funeral. He also took Brooke's notebooks containing important late poems for safekeeping and later returned them to England

When First World War was over, Rupert’s mother wanted him to have an appropriate grave. WW1 soldier poet Stanley Casson was working in Athens at the time and was approached by a friend at the British Legation regarding the placing of a tomb over the grave of Rupert Brooke. With his knowledge of Greek sculpture, Casson was the ideal person to supervise and organise the construction and transport of the two and a half tons of marble and iron railings that you will see if you visit Rupert's grave today.

The logistics of the operation are quite remarkable and are detailed in a book called "Steady Drummer" written by Stanley Casson and published in 1935 by G. Bell of London.   Lady MacLellan has kindly sent me a copy of the section concerning the grave of Rupert Brooke.  Casson had to hire a boat to transport the marble, then get to the island himself.  Once there, he had to build a small quay for the unloading of the seven or so crates containing the marble.  Once on land, there was the problem of getting the crates up the hill to the site of the grave via the only road - which was a rough goat track.

Nothing daunted, Casson cut wooden rollers from pine trees and began to level the track by removing outcrops of rock on the path.   That alone took over a week.   Then the crates had to be pushed up the track and Casson mentioned how much he admired and respected the architects of Stonehenge.  During the evenings, Casson spent time with his hosts the local shepherds and goatherds on the island who offered him hospitality and shelter in their shack.   After a supper of bread and milk, they would sit round an open fire, taking about the war with the shepherds, some of whom had served in a Greek Division sent to Odessa with other Allied troops.

Returning briefly to Athens to fetch some tools to complete the task, Casson enlisted the help of writer Norman Douglas.  The pair returned to Skyros and oversaw the completion of the laying of marble tomb over Brooke's grave.  Finally, Casson had the tomb consecrated by the head of the local monastery of St. George.

Casson reflected sadly: "I wondered what Brooke would have thought to see this strange assembly. I came away sadly to think that here was still another of my generation accounted for.  It was a lonely world now for men of my age." 

Rupert’s most famous WW1 poem is perhaps “The Soldier”

"The Soldier"
If I should die, think only this of me:
      That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
      In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
      Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;
A body of England’s, breathing English air,
      Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
      A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
            Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
      And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
            In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Rupert Brooke's WW1 poetry collections were: "Collected Poems" published by Lane, New York, 1915;  "Collected Poems with a memoir by Edward Marsh", published by Sidgwick & Jackson, 1918 and "Collected Poems" published by the Medici Society in 1919. On 11th November 1985, Rupert Brooke was among 16 First World War poets commemorated on a slate monument unveiled in Poets' Corner in Westminster Abbey. The inscription on the stone was written by a fellow war poet, Wilfred Owen. It reads: "My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.


Sources:  Information kindly supplied by Stanley Casson’s daughter, Lady Jennifer

https://archive.org/stream/rupertbrookesdea00broo#page/n5/mode/2up written by J. Perdriel-Vaisieres and translated by Vincent O'Sullivan and published in English as "Rupert Brooke's Death and Burial" by W.A. Bradley, Yale University Press, New Haven, 1917.

With thanks to Dave Lomas of the War Poets Association Facebook Group https://www.facebook.com/groups/121309991251836/

and to Vivien Whelpton, writer, lecturer and tour guide with Battle Honours Ltd.

Poetry Magazine

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frederick_Septimus_Kelly

https://forgottenpoetsofww1.blogspot.com/2015/04/forgotten-ww1-poets-stanley-casson-and.html

“Woman, clever woman” a WW1 poem in praise of nurses, written by Arthur Hillcoat, 1918

Placard for "The Globe" 1919

While doing some research yesterday, I came across a reference to a poem written during the First World War specifically for recitation and it got me thinking – again – about the wide variety of poems written during that time.  “Woman, clever woman” was written in praise of WW1 nurses by Arthur Hillcoat and “recited by the Great Mac (Major Mac), amid deafening applause at the London Halls”. (Reilly, p. 169).  The poem was published privately, as a broadside, in 1918. A broadside is a large sheet of paper printed on one side only. Historically, broadsides were used as posters, announcing events or proclamations, commentary in the form of ballads, or simply advertisements.

The First World War brought increased popularity for music halls and both the artists and composers threw themselves into rallying public support and enthusiasm for the war effort. Along with patriotic songs, patriotic poems were also widely recited.

Poems written for public performance brought success to poets Rudyard Kipling and Harold Begbie during the Second Boer War.  Kipling’s "The Absent-Minded Beggar", written in 1899, was set to music by Sir Arthur Sullivan and often accompanied by an illustration of a wounded but defiant British soldier, "A Gentleman in Khaki", by the artist Richard Caton Woodville. The song was written as part of an appeal by the “Daily Mail” newspaper to raise money for soldiers fighting in the Second Boer War and their families. The fund was the first such charitable effort for a war.

The chorus of the song exhorted its audience to "pass the hat for your credit's sake, and pay– pay– pay!" The patriotic poem and song caused a sensation and were constantly performed throughout the war and beyond. Kipling was offered a knighthood shortly after publication of the poem but declined.

When Harold Bebie’s Boer War poem, "The Handy Man", was published in “The Globe”, some hours later he received a long telegram from the newspaper, saying that Lady Beerbohm Tree was begging urgently for permission to recite the verses at the Palace Music Hall. “The Globe” was a London evening newspaper published from 1803 to 1921. It was founded by Christopher Blackett, the coal mining entrepreneur from Wylam, Northumberland, who commissioned the first commercially useful adhesion steam locomotives in the world.  “The Globe” merged with the “Pall Mall Gazette” in 1921. Under the ownership of Robert Torrens during the 1820s the newspaper supported radical politics, and had a reputation associating it closely with Jeremy Bentham. By the 1840s it was more mainstream, and received briefings from within the Whig administration. By 1871 it was owned by a Tory group headed by George Cubitt, who brought in George Armstrong as editor. Shortly before the First World War, “The Globe” was controlled by Max Aitken.

Staff of the newspaper included Arthur Morrison, William Le Queux, E. V. Lucas, who edited the “By the Way” column before Harold Begbie and P. G. Wodehouse, who took over from William Beach Thomas as assistant to Harold Begbie on the “By the Way” column. Wodehouse edited the column from 1904, when Begbie left. Wodehouse’s career at the newspaper coincided with those of Charles H. Bovill and Herbert Westbrook. Under Max Aitken (1st Baron Beaverbrook), the “By the Way” column was moved to the “Daily Express”, where it was signed ‘Beachcomber’.

William Maxwell Aitken, 1st Baron Beaverbrook, PC, ONB (25 May 1879 – 9 June 1964), generally known as Lord Beaverbrook, was a Canadian-British newspaper publisher and backstage politician who was an influential figure in British media and politics of the first half of the 20th century.

Helen Maud Holt (5 October 1863 – 7 August 1937), known as Mrs Beerbohm Tree and later Lady Tree, was an English actress. She was the wife of the actor Herbert Beerbohm Tree and the mother of Viola Tree, Felicity Tree and Female Poets of WW1 Iris Tree.

Arthur Hillcoat is proving hard to research.  According to Historian Geoff Harrison who found this mention in Paul Maloney's book "Scotland and the Music Hall 1850 - 1914", he may have been a music hall artist from Scotland.  There was a family called Hillcoat living in London Street, Glasgow, Blackfriars, Lanarkshire, Scotland in 1901 - father and son both called Arthur. The father was a musical agent and the mother - Susan Cairns Hillcoat was a vocalist.

Sources:

https://www.london-globe.com/about-2/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Music_hall

Paul Maloney “Scotland and the Music Hall 1850-1914” (Manchester University Press, 2003) (found by Geoff Harrison)

Catherine W. Reilly “English Poetry of the First World War:  A Bibliography” (St. Martin’s Press, New York, 1978) p. 169.

Information supplied to me by Harold Begbie's relative Roger Quin

Find my Past

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Helen_Maud_Holt

Olaf Stapledon (1886 – 1950) - Poet, writer and philosopher

William Olaf Stapledon was born in Egremont, on the Wirral Peninsula, UK, on 10th May1886. His parents were William Clibbett Stapledon, a shipping line director, and his wife Emmeline, nee Miller.

The family lived in Port Said when Olaf was small, where his grandfather, William Stapledon, a Master Mariner, had set up an agency for the shipping line Holt Blue Funnel Line following the building of the Suez Canal.

Olaf attended Abbotsholme School before going up to Balliol College, Oxford.  After teaching at Manchester Grammar School, Olaf worked in shipping line offices in Egypt and Liverpool and in 1911 was living with his parents in Caldy, Wirral. He worked for the Liverpool Workers’ Educational Association from 1912 until 1915.

During the First World War, as a conscientious objector, Olaf joined the Friends’ Ambulance Unit and served on the Western Front as an Ambulance Driver from July 1915 until January 1919. He was awarded the French Croix de Guerre medal for his war work.

On 16th July 1919, Olaf married Agnes Zena Miller, one of his cousins who lived in Australia. The couple had a daughter – Mary Sydney – and a son – John David. They went to live in West Kirby on the Wirral Peninsula and in 1940 moved to Caldy.

During the Second World War, Olaf supported the war effort.. After WW2, he campaigned strenuously against a Third World War.   Olaf died in Caldy in 1950. Stapledon Wood in Caldy is named in his memory.

“Futility”

But just then the heavens made war
against each other over his head.
The sky rained shrieking death,
and the earth was torn.
He ran into his garden and cried into heaven
“Take care, take care! Beauty is here.”

But no one heard.

Some greater cause was at stake aloft.
And a hard-pressed god trod upon the garden,
so that the man and his roses were crushed together.
When at last the battle moved over into another place, there
was in the garden peace,
but no life – till the rats invaded.

Ambulance Train 16 with members of Friends Ambulance Unit

(Source: www.quakerstrongrooms.org –
Library reference: Temp MSS 881/PHOT/ATR/2)

Caldy Hill is an area of heath and woodland on a sandstone outcrop on the Wirral Peninsula. The land was bought by Hoylake District Council between 1897 and 1974. The village of Caldy is nearby.  Including Stapledon Woods, the whole area covers 250 acres (1.0 km2) of which 13 acres (53,000 m2) are owned by the National Trust. 

Philip Johnstone was the pen-name of Lieutenant John Stanly Purvis (1890 – 1968)

Philip Johnstone was the pen-name of Lieutenant John Stanley Purvis (1890 – 1968) who wrote the poem entitled “High Wood” in 1918, while serving on the Somme

John Stanley Purvis was born in Bridlington, Yorkshire, UK on 9th May 1890. John’s parents were John Bowlt Purvis, a Pharmacist, and his wife Charlotte Annie Purvis, nee Parnell.  After studying classics and history at Cambridge University, John became a teacher and taught at Cranleigh School in Surrey.

During the First World War, he was commissioned into the 5th Bn Yorkshire Regiment and was invalided out of the army when he was wounded during the Somme Offensive. He returned to Cranleigh initally, then became an Anglican church priest. In 1938, he moved to York. Here he gained international recognition as the translator of the York Mystery Plays and was awarded the OBE for work on the York Minster Archives. He died in 1968.

“High Wood”, first published in “The Nation” Magazine XII, February 1918, p. 618

Ladies and gentlemen, this is High Wood,
Called by the French, Bois des Fourneaux,
The famous spot which in Nineteen-Sixteen,
July, August and September was the scene
Of long and bitterly contested strife,
By reason of its High commanding site.
Observe the effect of shell-fire in the trees
Standing and fallen; here is wire; this trench
For months inhabited, twelve times changed hands;
(They soon fall in), used later as a grave.
It has been said on good authority
That in the fighting for this patch of wood
Were killed somewhere above eight thousand men,
Of whom the greater part were buried here,
This mound on which you stand being...
Madame, please,
You are requested kindly not to touch
Or take away the Company's property
As souvenirs; you'll find we have on sale
A large variety, all guaranteed.
As I was saying, all is as it was,
This is an unknown British officer,
The tunic having lately rotted off.
Please follow me - this way ...
the path, sir, please
The ground which was secured at great expense
The Company keeps absolutely untouched,
And in that dug-out (genuine) we provide
Refreshments at a reasonable rate.
You are requested not to leave about
Paper, or ginger-beer bottles, or orange-peel,
There are waste-paper-baskets at the gate.


However, on the Great War Forum, the late, great Sue Light had this to say: “For a while now I've been trying to find some sort of primary evidence that this poem was actually written by John Stanley Purvis. Internet searches throw up a connection, but it seems to have become 'factoid' rather than having its basis in fact.

John Stanley Purvis was [honestly!] the author of another poem called 'Chance Memories' which has been some inspiration for the part of my website about the men of Steyning who died in the Great War. He wrote this poem under the name 'Philip Johnson' and somehow an assumption has been drawn that he also wrote 'High Wood,' but I can trace no evidence that this is so - the story just seems to be growing!

I'd be only too pleased if the two were one and the same - more kudos for 'my' Philip Johnson, and I'd be grateful for firm sources that connect the two. Just for the record, this is the other poem:

“Chance Memories”

I can't forget the lane that goes from Steyning to the Ring

In summer time and on the Downs how larks and linnets sing

High in the sun. The wind comes off the sea, and oh the air!

I never knew till now that life in old days was so fair.

But now I know it in this filthy rat infested ditch

Where every shell must kill or spare, and God alone knows which.

And I am made a beast of prey and this trench is my lair.

My God I never knew till now that those days were so fair.

And we assault in half an hour and it's a silly thing

I can't forget the lane that goes from Steyning to the Ring.

In 2000, the people of Steyning, Sussex, erected a memorial to the men of the town who died in the Great War, in a rather remote spot on a lane leading up to the South Downs – Mouse Lane. It takes the form of a low stone plaque on the roadside, and although it carries no names, it is inscribed with a poem by ‘Philip Johnson’, the pseudonym of Lieutenant John Stanley Purvis, 5th Battalion, Yorkshire Regiment [1890-1968]. He wrote this poem in December 1915 while in France, and later on became a church historian and archivist, and was a Canon at York Minster.

However, in another comment we discover that, following the death of Canon J.S. Purvis, his family began searching the family news cuttings albums to find an article published in the “Sunday Times” newspaper of 22nd May 1927. Their mother preserved the copy at the time for she knew the pen name Philip Johnson was that of her elder son John Stanley The poem was sent without the author’s knowledge to the Press by his friend, a Quaker doctor, serving with the Red Cross.

Sources:
https://www.greatwarforum.org/topic/3874-phillip-johnstone/
https://www.greatwarforum.org/topic/3874-phillip-johnstone/
https://allpoetry.com/John-Stanley-Purvis
https://yorkcivictrust.co.uk/heritage/civic-trust-plaques/john-stanley-purvis-1890-1968/
Find  my Past

David W. Lloyd. “Battlefield Tourism: Pilgrimage and the Commemoration of the Great War in Britain, Australia and Canada, 1919- 1939” (Berg, 1998), p. 43

Catherine W. Reilly. “English Poetry of the First World War: A Bibliography” (St. Martin’s Press, New York, 1978) p. 182.  According to Reilly, Philip Johnstone had a poem published in four WW1 anthologies.

Up-date information - 28th July 2023:

A message from Sally-Anne Shearn, Collections Information Archivist

Borthwick Institute for Archives, Information Services, University of York, who has given me permission to share:

Hi, I just came across your post on Canon Purvis (13 May 2020) and thought 

you might be interested to know that a volume of his poetry, including High 

Wood and Chance Memory, has now been published, based on his archive at the Borthwick Institute.

This is the first time many of his verses have been published, and all of the verses and fragments have been taken from his papers.  I've always liked Chance Memory especially, it's so simple but very evocative.

https://www.york.ac.uk/news-and-events/news/2023/events/unseen-poems-first-world-war-poet/

Thank you Sally-Anne.

Robert Zellermeyer (1888 – 1917) Austro- Hungarian Airman poet

With thanks to Jurgen Verhulst, Richard Houghton, Maria Coates, Mark

Bristow, Frank Milautzcki, Arjan Kapteijn and Vittorio Valentino for

their help in finding information about Robert.

Robert Zellermeyer (or perhaps Zellermayer?) was born in Odessa in 1888. He joined the German air force in WW1 and became a Lieutenant with the No. 1 Fortress Artillery Regiment. He was killed while flying near Trieste on 5 th February 1917 and was buried in Prosecco Cemetery, grave reference B 3/53.

For bravery as an aviator, Robert was awarded the Military Cross of Merit, third class with war decoration and swords.

Robert’s poetry collection ”Erzählungen Aus dem Nachlass “ (Tales from the Aftermath) was published in 1921 by Genossenschaftsverlag, Vienna.

“Gleichnis”

Unterm Lichte der Gedanken
Tausend dunkle Kräfte treiben,
Die gleich unbekümmert bleiben,
Tragen dich in sichrem Schwanken.
Losgelöst von allen Zielen
Bist du stark, sie zu erreichen,
Und die Wirklichkeiten gleichen
Deinen lieben Traumesspielen.
Schweben ist es, das dich hält.
Luft läßt freundlich dich ermatten,
Farbig werden alle Schatten
In dem Atem einer Welt.

Translation:

Parable

Beneath the light of thoughts
Float a thousand dark forces
Light-hearted, carefree,
Sweeping you along in a wavering state.
Detached from all aims
Are you strong enough to reach your goals?
Yet reality is the same
As your cherished dream games.
Being suspended in air
That kindly allows you to languish,
Even shadows take on colour
In the breath of the world.

Various sources, including Frank Milautzcki on https://www.fixpoetry.com/feuilleton/lost-voices-44/robert-

Thomas Henry Quarmby (1894 - 1917) – British soldier poet from Burnley, Lancashire, UK

It is always exciting to discover a hitherto unknown WW1 soldier poet and our thanks go to Historian Andrew Mackay for discovering Thomas, sending me his findings and giving me permission to share them..

Thomas was born in 1894 in Burnley, Lancashire.  His parents were William Arthur Quarmby, an architect/surveyor, and his wife, Florence Mary Quarmby, nee Buck, and he had a brother, George Gilbert, born in 1899.  By all accounts, Thomas was a bright lad for he was awarded a scholarship to study at a grammar school and his love for poetry was evident at an early age.

When he was 16, Thomas went to study at Victoria University, Manchester (now part of Manchester University), before working at the textile mill Collinge Brothers, Burnley Wood Mill Company, for about two and half years learning the manufacturing business.

When war broke out, Thomas enlisted in the Royal Field Artillery as a Gunner (Private), joining ‘C’ Battery of the 161st Brigade.  He was posted to France and though he was promoted to the rank of Bombardier (Corporal), he preferred being a Gunner and reverted to that rank. Thomas was wounded and died of his wounds on 3rd December 1917.  He was buried in Grevillers British Cemetery, France – Grave Reference: IXA.14.

Grave of Thomas Quarmby in France
Photo by Andrew Mackay

Andrew’s research found this additional information: A remarkable incident occurred a few months after his death - in a postscript to his last letter of the 30th November 1917, Thomas stated that he had discovered two books were missing from his kit - “Carlyle’s Essays” and “Byron’s Poems”, in both of which his home address had been written. On 14th March 1918, Thomas’s parents received a parcel from a Major commanding a Field Company of Engineers, containing the aforementioned books, which the officer explained “had been picked up on the battlefield a few days ago and is returned to you on account of sentimental value attached to the present. We have no knowledge of the whereabouts of the owner.”

Thomas had written some verses in the books in pencil:

Make Thou the nation pure,
More worthy of thy care;
Oh England!  If thou would’st endure’
Seek thou thy path in prayer.
Thy wisdom light our way
So in years to be;
More happy we each passing day,
As we draw near to Thee.

Gunner Quarmby’s patriotism was revealed in the following excerpt from one of his letters written prior to his leaving for France: “It looks as if we are going to be involved in the big smash up on the Western Front that is impending, although I have a fancy that we shall be used rather as reinforcements than actually take a premier early important part in the fighting."

Thomas had a gift for writing poetry and almost all of his letters contained some poetic composition.  The following is one of his last compositions:

“Sonnet – Evening”

Oh when the dusk is falling, and the stars
Flash their reveille to the realm of the night;
Me thinks that Nature, all her souls unbars;
And fills each common thing with mystic light
Then come there whispering from the leafy trees,
A subtle rustle from the swaying reeds;
Ten thousand murmurs from the evening breeze,
Nectar on which the heart poetic feeds.

Then do I sit and muse, as twilight drops
Her  last slow ray upon the dim lit plain;
Until pale stars come peeping o’er hilltop,
And set the scene for nature’s highest strain,
Eternity!  I hear they whispers throng,
Oh! Could I weave them all, into my song.

Andrew researched in Burnley Library.  He has a website which can be viewed here:

http://www.burnleyinthegreatwar.info/poemsindex.htm

and he has several Facebook Groups:

War Memorials of the British Isles

Great War Ypres Battlefields Cemeteries & Memorials – Pictures

Great War Somme Cemeteries Battlefields & Memorials Pictures

John Goudy (1893 - 1951) - British soldier poet

With thanks to Historian Debbie Cameron for this post

A letter written by Private John Goudy from France in November 1916 to his former teacher, Joseph Goodison, headmaster of Higher Brinksway School, Stockport, enclosed a poem;  he wondered if it was worthy of publication.  John also mentioned that the weather conditions were severe.

Goodison clearly liked the poem, as he read an extract from it during a speech he gave at the National Union of Teachers’ meeting in 1917. In his notes for the speech he wrote “A Stockport lad who fought with so many other Stockport lads at Thiepval… sent a poem which he composed in his earliest free hour after Thiepval battle, to his former teacher.”

John Goudy was born in 1893, the son of John Smith Goudy and Margaret Leatham. His father was an Irish-born wheelwright, and the family moved from Ireland to Kettleshulme somewhere between 1886 and 1891. They then moved to Whaley Bridge, before moving to Stockport, and at the time of the 1901 census were living on Vulcan Street.

By the time he was eighteen, John was a boarder with a family in Levenshulme, Manchester, and working as a general clerk in the basket industry. On the 13th March 1915 he enlisted in the army, he served in France in 1917 in the Army Service Corps, and he was discharged on the 5th August 1918, at the age of 25, as no longer physically fit for war service. He was awarded the Victory and British medals.

Debbie says: “I found this handwritten poem from an archive project I was involved in several years ago, based on Manchester's record office archives. It's lovely as it is beautiful handwriting too.”

The poem, entitled “Thiepval 1916”, reads:

The hell was born,- on a July dawn –
“To win or die our youth was laid”,
On that red morn, o’er dew just born,
Neath early sky our charge was made.

Pleased, – the Carnage Spirit
O’er shells that fell,
On Thiepval’s dead,
And weeping o’er the sea,
And the mournful Spirit
Of an absent bell, –
“Tolled to the tread
Of sleeping o’er the lee.

The pine trees fell, in the Pine Trees’ Dell, –
Loud did thunder Britain’s mighty guns,
Thro’ shot and shell, – with Hero yell,
Thro’ the thunder Britain’s might sons.
The carriage spirit smiled
With it’s grinning head.
On fierce hell,
Raging on and neath the sod,
And lips of morn that smiled –
At Eve were dead, –
“And heroes fell
On earth – To rise to GOD.”

John Goudy – France, 1916.

Thiepval, a village on the Somme in France, was occupied by the Germans as a fortress. It was attacked by the British on the 1st July 1916. The village was completely flattened by the bombardment, but the Germans occupied the deep cellars of houses, so their machine guns were protected and they put up a strong resistance.  There were heavy losses, and it was September before Thiepval was taken. One of the largest memorials to the missing is located at Thiepval.

https://gm1914.wordpress.com/2014/04/24/from-our-own-correspondents-wartime-letters-to-a-stockport-headmaster/?fbclid=IwAR38mfAIj43DZ5ptldW1T7vgMKeb3dnKAgXRPyLRTNMpXb61uepeIZ_zQ9s