Charles Hamilton Sorley
Charles Hamilton Sorley Poems
- To Germany You are blind like us. Your hurt no man ...
- When You See Millions Of The M...
- Such, Such Is Death Such, such is Death: no triumph: no ...
- All The Hills And Vales Along All the hills and vales ...
- The Song Of The Ungirt Runners We swing ungirded hips, And ...
- Expectans Expectavi From morn to midnight, all day ...
- Saints Have Adored The Lofty S...
Charles Hamilton Sorley was a British poet of World War I.
Born in Aberdeen, Scotland, he was the son of William Ritchie Sorley. He was educated, like Siegfried Sassoon, at Marlborough College (1908–13). At Marlborough College Sorley's favourite pursuit was cross-country running in the rain, a theme evident in many of his pre-war poems, including "Rain" and "The Song of the Ungirt Runners". Before taking up a scholarship to study at University College, Oxford, Sorley spent a little more than six months in Germany, three months of which were at Schwerin studying the language and local culture. Then he enrolled at the University of Jena, and ... more »
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You are blind like us. Your hurt no man designed,
And no man claimed the conquest of your land.
But gropers both through fields of thought confined
We stumble and we do not understand.
You only saw your future bigly planned,
And we, the tapering paths of our own mind,
And in each other's dearest ways we stand,
And hiss and hate. And the blind fight the blind.
When it is peace, then we may view again
With new-won eyes each other's truer form
And wonder. Grown more loving-kind and warm
We'll grasp firm hands and laugh at the old pain,
When it is peace. But...