Humbert Wolfe Poems
- Requiem: The Soldier Down some cold field in a world ...
- Green Candles 'There's someone at the door,' said gold ...
- The Grey Squirrel Like a small grey coffee-pot, sits the ...
- Excerpts From THE children play at hide and seek about ...
- A Thrush In The Trenches Suddenly he sang across the ...
- Epigram: British Journalist You cannot hope to bribe or ...
- The Thought I will not write a poem for you, because a poem,...
Humbert Wolfe CB CBE, was an Italian-born English poet, man of letters and civil servant, from a Jewish family background, his father being a German Jew (Martin Wolff) and his mother an Italian Jew (Consuela, née Terraccini).
He was one of the most popular authors of the 1920s. He is now remembered for his epigram:
You cannot hope
to bribe or twist,
thank God! the
But, seeing what
the man will do
no occasion to.
He was also a translator of Heinrich Heine, Edmond Fleg (1874-1963)and Eugene Heltai. A Christian convert, he remained very aware of his ... more »
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Requiem: The Soldier
Down some cold field in a world outspoken
the young men are walking together, slim and tall,
and though they laugh to one another, silence is not broken;
there is no sound however clear they call.
They are speaking together of what they loved in vain here,
but the air is too thin to carry the things they say.
They were young and golden, but they came on pain here,
and their youth is age now, their gold is grey.
Yet their hearts are not changed, and they cry to one another,
'What have they done with the lives we laid aside?
Are they young with our ...