Walt Whitman's Civil War Poetry - National Humanities Center
Curtis D Bennett is an outstanding, modern war poet. His poems are powerful, incisive, sometimes shocking, deeply thoughtful and deeply felt. He reflects not only on his own war experience (as an American pilot and a marine on the ground in Vietnam) but on previous, recent and current wars. Some poems develop into essays on war. He writes from experience and deep reflection. He is a voice worth listening to, a voice that should be heard. He has written six remarkable books of poetry. We are privileged to be able to present some of his poems on this website.
Poetry of the Civil War by John Boyes - Goodreads
The war was a central theme for three of the leading South American writers of the age: , and . All three spent time at the Front and their strongly anti-fascist poems about what was happening in Spain are among the most remarkable war poems of the twentieth century.
Prior to Vietnam, Wars were in black and white footage,
The Civil War was recorded in black and white photos
The 1st World War, in grainy, jerky movies of armies,
The 2nd World War introduced some color in the footage,
And even included photos of the dead bodies
Washing ashore after an invasion from the sea,
All of this before television became the media of choice,
Bring America the Vietnam War in living color.
Complete with all the blood and gore of war;
Accompanied by the sound track of dying, frightened boys,
Waiting for that helicopter, which never came.
Prior to Vietnam, the Government censored wars,
For good reason, for wars were brutal, bloody, and vile,
And dead Americans cannot be sanitized nor sainted,
Their are no words to justify the destruction and death
Of the young boys whose bodies are so desecrated,
Torn up and broken into bloody pieces of human meat,
Ground up and callously spit out in the madness of war.
Night after night after night on the network news,
Just in time for dinner, came the reports from Vietnam,
From frightened correspondents in the jungle battlefield,
Surrounded by the American limp, lifeless bodies,
Being loaded into helicopters like sacks of garbage,
Stacked on each other so as to conserve space and room,
There are no dignified deaths in war...
There is no way to eliminate the blood and death,
No say to deny the killing and bloodshed,
No way to justify...the horrendous human cost.
Yet, there is something that seems to fascinate us,
Draws viewers to the screen night after night to the news,
In the comfort and safety of their own homes, they watch
The efforts of America to wage war across the sea,
In a faraway land; for a vague, ignoble, forgotten cause,
A war, which over the years, has finally lost its reality,
And now, rings hollow...like a broken bell.
Posts about Civil War Poems written by thebardonthehill
Walt Whitman experienced the agonies of the Civil War firsthand, working, in his forties, as a dedicated volunteer throughout the conflict in Washington's overcrowded, understaffed military hospitals. This superb selection of his poems, letters, and prose from the war years, filled with the sights and sounds of war and its ugly aftermath, express a vast and powerful range of emotions. Among the poems include here, first published in Drum-Taps (1865) and Sequel to Drum-Taps (1866), are a number of Whitman's most famous works: "O Captain! My Captain!" "The Wound-Dresser," "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd," and "Come Up from the Fields, Father." The letters and prose selections, including Whitman's musings on the publication of his works, on the wounded men he tended, and his impressions of Lincoln traveling about the city of Washington, offer keen insights into an extraordinary era in American history.
Explore the poetry of the Civil War and its aftermath.
This module, the fifth installment of the multi-part Poetry in America series, explores the Poetry of the Civil War and its Aftermath. We will:
Spanish Civil War | The War Poets Association
He is the author of (poetry). The Winds of * Sometimes when least expected I feel you
the scent of pine resin hits my nostrils and memory
and for a short while I sense you dancing at my back
Welcoming and cool in the long warm days
Chilling to the bone in the dark frightening nights
Then once more I am standing against a landscape
painted in beauty, yet coloured in hate and cruelty.
Once again you carry the smell of fear in your flow
and in that one night the world opened its hand
to show me the ugliness and horror of humanity lost.
Then your sound became a cry of agony and anguish
to cut and scar a young soul for the rest of its days.
So that even now, in the small hours, my soul cries
though knowing, that down the years the horror grows less
with each terrible repeated painting of the scene.
Now, with hair as white as that, which caps your peaks
and my years written in deep lines across my face.
I remember the Easter Dawn at Kykkos Monastery
the alter with the crown of thorns and folded cloth
which brought such soothing to a frightened youth
there, for a little while, your moan became a prayer
Yet still today, within the dark hours, I pray in shame
asking forgiveness for a heart that learned to be hardened.
Civil War Resoures for Kids - Kathi Mitchell
But if you want to understand the thoughts and emotions
of the men who faced each other across the battlefield
and those who waited for them at home,
look to the poems and songs written during and after the War.
[Images from the Library of Congress's ]This page is dedicated to
my great grandfather Private Henry Kelsey Hart,
Texas State Militia, C.S.A.;
my great-great uncle Sergeant William Allison Hart,
Company B, 7th Texas Infantry, C.S.A.;
and my great-great grandfather Private Sandy Pratt,
Company C, 2nd Missouri Volunteer Infantry, C.S.A.