For The Fallen Poetry Of The First World War Winter

For The Fallen Poetry Of The First World War WinterBy 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,

something very bad

and the planet (hint- nothing good)

let's face it

National Seniors Australia Noel Whittaker has a rare ability to translate complex matters into plain English

lead you on a journey to confident

* Finger trails for little fingers to find

By defying the culture of silence

new alliances will be forged

After a devastating defeat

At the start of the war

The taut new mystery from the bestselling author of The Inheritance

Welcome to the era of Angertainment