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The carriage in the forest
After three days of arguing the armistice was signed
in the French general’s private train
at a siding in the forest of Compiegne.
The Kaiser left for exile in Holland.
The military, unwilling to admit defeat,
still surrendered guns and planes.
No one told the people how bad things were.
A German corporal, recovering
after being gassed the month before,
a misfit who...
Sunday 10th November 2019 11:55 am
Rooftops (for Bruno Cordati)
The worst of the front was that trickle of rain
down the neck. Wet through, it felt like liberation.
And lice. Home on leave, people shunned him in trains.
Walled, hilltop village of his childhood:
as another war came, he returned to Barga.
Saw himself as immobile, a tree spreading roots.
When the Germans briefly retook his village
one self-portrait was damaged. The ...
Saturday 21st January 2012 5:51 pm
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