For The Fallen - Stephen Carver

By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell…In 1914, the age of European Imperialism came to its inevitable end, and the Twentieth Century was born in fire and blood. Despite the memoirs, histories, films, and photographs, it is the poetry of the First World War above all else that has seared the horror of this conflict onto our collective memory. It was a war of poets, as professional writers and ordinary humanity took up the pen to try to record, interpret, mourn, or simply bear witness. Literature... Zobrazit více