Young Women of London

joanna bujes joanna.bujes at ebay.sun.com
Tue Dec 17 14:35:07 PST 2002


At 05:03 PM 12/17/2002 -0500, you wrote:
>Is your "Best Boy" wearing Khakis? If not, don't YOU THINK
>he should be?
>
>If he does not think that you and your country are worth
>fighting for--do you think he is WORTHY of you?
>
>Don't pity the girl who is alone--her young man is probably
>a soldier--fighting for her and her country--and for YOU.
>
>If your young man neglects his duty to his Flag and
>Country, the time may come when he will NEGLECT YOU.
>
>Think it over, then ask him to
>JOIN THE ARMY TO-DAY

This is probably what Wilred Owen was reacting to when he wrote:

Red lips are not so red As the stained stones kissed by the English dead. Kindness of wooed and wooer Seems shame to their love pure. O Love, your eyes lose lure When I behold eyes blinded in my stead!

Your slender attitude Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife-skewed, Rolling and rolling there Where God seems not to care; Till the fierce love they bear Cramps them in death's extreme decrepitude.

Your voice sings not so soft,-- Though even as wind murmuring through raftered loft,-- Your dear voice is not dear, Gentle, and evening clear, As theirs whom none now hear, Now earth has stopped their piteous mouths that coughed.

Heart, you were never hot Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot; And though your hand be pale, Paler are all which trail Your cross through flame and hail: Weep, you may weep, for you may touch them not.



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