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Arthur Graeme West

I lived from 1891-1917. I was from England, and am in the English category.

The Diary of a Dead Officer
being the posthumous papers of
Arthur Graeme West
edited by C.E.M. Joad
1918
Graeme West was born in Norfolk, but his parents soon moved to Highgate, London. His father, a former missionary, was a religious man who must have been appalled by the Diary. Graeme became a boarder at Blundell’s School, Oxford brought out West’s intellectual interests and his quiet charm.
West’s ‘Poems’,form the fifth section of the Diary, 'The Diary of a Dead Officer' was reissued in 1991 by the Imperial War Museum.
West was shot and killed by a sniper in 1917.

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My poetry

  • God! How I Hate You!
    God! How I hate you, you young cheerful men,
    Whose pious poetry blossoms on your graves
    53 lines
  • Tea in the Garden
    You see this Tea, no milk or sugar in it,
    Like peat-born water’s brown translucency,
    89 lines, 1 comment
  • On Reading Ballads
    We lay upon a flowery hill
                Close by the railway lines,
    58 lines
  • The Night Patrol France, March 1916.
    Over the top! The wire’s thin here, unbarbed
    Plain rusty coils, not staked, and low enough:
    54 lines
  • Seeing Her Off
    A whistle  ’mid the distant hills
                Shattered the silence grey,
    13 lines
  • The Last God
    All Gods are dead, even the great God Pan
    Is dead at length; the lone inhabitant
    31 lines
  • The End of the Second Year
    One writes to ask me if I’ve read
    Of “the Jutland battle,” of “the great advance
    16 lines
  • Spurned by the Gods
    Last night, O God, I climbed up to thy house
    So loving-passionate towards thee, that not
    79 lines
  • The Traveller
    Oh, I came singing down the road
                Whereon was nought perplext me,
    69 lines
  • ‘The Owl Abash’d’or The Present Estate of Oxford
    Meanwhile the Toga (Tully’s phrase forgot)
    Makes way for arms; the muses hover not
    71 lines

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