Sassoon seems to one of the less-well-known of the war poets, at least nowadays (which makes me want to read him more).
The Road to Ruin is a poem published in 1933. In it Sassoon visualises what might happen over the next 10 years. His nightmare vision is obviously concerned about war coming again, but it is written in the vocabulary of the First World War, with London succumbing to gas. It's ironic that the next war was to end with a weapon more terrible than he was able to imagine.
Day 293; Book 283
The shelter points woman toward the lively kittens, but she chooses the
quiet orange one sitting alone in the back; she chose right, since now he's
leash-trained and they adventure outdoors together.
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Some cats choose their person, but some people choose their cats - and it's
a purrfect match.
I didn't choose my own cat, per se. Obviously, I adopted her;...
4 days ago