More words against war

p10sassoonGETTY  Siegfried Sassoon, 8.9.1886-1.9.1967, Single of the Day




Happy Birthday, Mr. Sassoon, with your poems we know what’s inside war.


You love us when we’re heroes, home on leave,

Or wounded in a mentionable place.

You worship decorations; you believe

That chivalry redeems the war’s disgrace.

You make us shells. You listen with delight,

By tales of dirt and danger fondly thrilled.

You crown our distant ardours while we fight,

And mourn our laurelled memories when we’re killed.

You can’t believe that British troops “retire”

When hell’s last horror breaks them, and they run,

Trampling the terrible corpses—blind with blood.

O German mother dreaming by the fire,

While you are knitting socks to send your son

His face is trodden deeper in the mud.


Gloria alle donne

Ci amate quando diventiamo eroi, a casa in licenza
O feriti in un luogo menzionabile.
Voi decorazione di culto; voi credete
Che la cavalleria redima le atrocità della guerra.
Ci trasformate in granate. Ascoltate con delizia,
Di racconti di sporcizia e pericolo con affetto entusiasta.
Esaltate i nostri lontani fervori mentre combattiamo,
E piangete il nostro ricordo di eroi, quando veniamo uccisi.
Non potete credere che le truppe inglesi possano ’ritirarsi’
Quando l’ultimo orrore infernale le abbatte, e corrono,
Calpestando quei corpi sfigurati – sporcati di sangue.
O madre tedesca che sogni accanto al fuoco,
Mentre lavori a maglia le calze che invierai a tuo figlio,
Il suo volto è calpestato sempre più in fondo nel fango.



Persuasion by Jane Austen

Jane Austen (1775 – 1817), single del giorno





She now felt a great inclination to go to the outer door; she wanted to see if it rained. Why was she to suspect her self of another motive? Captain Wentworth must be out of sight. She left her seat, she would go; one half of her should not be always so much wiser than the other half, or always suspecting the other of being worse than it was. She would see if it rained. She was sent back however, in a moment by the entrance of Captain Wentworth himself, among a party of gentlemen and ladies, evidently his acquaintance, and whom he must have joined a little below Milsom Street. He was more obviously struck and confused by the sight of her than she had ever observed before; he looked quite red. For the first time, since their renewed acquaintances, he felt that she was betraying the least sensibility of the two. She had the advantage of him in the preparation of the last few moments. All the overpowering, blinding, bewildering first effects of strong surprize were over with her. Still, however, she had enough to feel! It was agitation, pain, pleasure, a something between delight and misery.

‘Oh! cried Annc eagerly,’ I hope I do justice to all that is felt by you, and by those who rcsemble you. God forbid that I should undervalue the warm and faithful feelings of any of my fellow-creatures! I should deserve utter contempt if I dared to suppose that true attachment and constancy were known only by woman. No, I believe you capable of very thing great and good in your married lives. I believe you equal to every important exertion, and to every domestic  for bearance, so long as – if I may be allowed the expression- so long as you have an object. I mean while the woman you love lives, and lives for you. All the privilege I claim for my own sex (it is not a very enviable  one; you need not covet it) is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone.’ She could not immediately have uttered an other sentence; her heart was too full, her breath too much oppressed.

When reading it: today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow…

Why reading it: it has been written by Jane Austen, what do you need to know more?

Persuasion by Jane Austen