There had not been much breakfast; only a cup of coffee and two very small slices of bread, and I was still hungry, but there would be lunch and I was young and hopeful; and I had got back to France. In an Office, in Paris The news came through over the telephone: All the terms had been signed: the War was won: And all the fighting and the agony, And all the labour of the years were done.
The sea was a bit choppy, no one was allowed on deck and most of them were unhappily sea sick. Bevil served as gunner in World War I, and survived without injury only to die in the Spanish flu pandemic in My train went up in the evening.
Miss Harris was small, pale, with blue eyes. May had continued to work at OUP and to volunteer in the hospital in the evenings. I could hear my heart thumping and hear the silence in the room around me.
Slices of bread were small, dark and sour, and chopped cabbage on a piece of it, toasted, was not a filling lunch. A horse waiting at the side of the pavement screamed and fell at my feet twisted up in its harness. Gendarmes appeared from nowhere. Quiet night-time over Rouen, and the station full of soldiers, All the youth and pride of England from the ends of all the earth; And the rifles piled together, and the creaking of the sword-belts, And the faces bent above them, and the gay, heart-breaking mirth.
She introduced me; handed me a piece of paper which she said would explain how the office worked, and which I should take some time to understand; told me to read it and then take a look at the files, and left me.
Can you recall the midnights, and the footsteps of night watchers, Men who came from darkness and went back to dark again, And the shadows on the rail-linesand the all inglorious labour, And the promise of the daylight firing blue the window- pane.
She said that I must have a book for the journey so we bought H. I had a pretty good idea by then how things worked. No medical board is going to pass you for anything except home service.
I went in and presented my pass to the Poilu at the door. In the spring ofMay was posted to Rouen, which sits on the banks of the Seine. The language that Cannan uses within the poem is very emotive and she makes connotations with different things to help us feel what she is going through.
God knows how they got through. I had my books, my stove, and the biscuits, and G. Coming back I crossed the river in a tram — La Grande Berthe had been continuing her usual practice in firing but I had not met her again till then. This time she missed. Can you recall those mornings and the hurry of awakening, And the long-forgotten wonder if we should miss the way, And the unfamiliar faces, and the coming of provisions, And the freshness and the glory of the labour of the day.
She and G and I took it in turns every third day to forego our dinner so that the cat could be fed. The great Cathedral was in darkness save for the High Altar on which lay the flags of France and of England; but everywhere there were candles and before every candle knelt a figure in black.
The French want it. The Colonel was standing at the window.
Afterwards she said she had never seen anyone so composed, but actually I was as nervous as a cat. Captain V. I was working on his file and there was no room for it in my table drawer, so I hastily sat on it.
Family[ edit ] She was the sister of the novelist Joanna Cannan. Born inMay Wedderburn Cannan was the daughter of Charles Cannan, Dean of Trinity College, and the head of the Oxford University Press (OUP) until his death after the end of the war.
Raised in and surrounded by a world of literary influence, May had her first poem printed in The Scotsman at. InBBC Radio 4 presented a dramatised version of The Tears of War as the afternoon play for Armistice Day.
Bibliography "Recollections of a British Red Cross Voluntary Aid Detachment, No. 12, May Wedderburn Cannan, () Oxford University, March 26th, April 24, ", TS. In War Time, Oxford, May Wedderburn Cannan, Born: 14 OctoberOxford, England, United Kingdom.
May Wedderburn Cannan was born in Oxford, England to an intellectual family. Her father was a publisher and scholar, and Cannan and her sisters created a family magazine, even publishing their own anthology The Tripled Crown (), with an introductory poem by Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, professor of English at Cambridge, editor of the Oxford Book of English Verse, and family friend.
Rouen by May Wedderburn makomamoa.com morning over Rouen hopeful high courageous morning And the laughter of adventure and the steepness of the stair And the dawn across the river. Page38%(1). Figurative Language Rhyme "Sun and dust unceasing and the glare of cloudless skies and the clicking of the tatties and the buzzing of the flies" Cannan talks about nature surrounding them, it gives it a different perspective in the war environment Alliteration "To the truck full.
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