As we remember the unbelievable tragedy of the First World War, it is apt
	that we should also honour the literary genius that was the product of such
	unimaginable horror. This superbly produced Naxos issue surely takes the
	cake for dramatic content and for the wide choice of poetry that is permeated
	with the most appropriate music. The set is split into seven major subjects
	amongst which one finds 'Anticipation', 'Battle', 'The Dead', Pastoral and
	most important 'Afterwards'.
	
	We are also faced with some of the finest poems of the century. Legends such
	as Wilfred Owen'' bitter ''Dulce et Decorum Est' and Siegfried Sasoon's;
	'To the Warmongers' are matched with the equally impressive 'Louse Hunting'
	by Isaac Rosenberg and Edward Thomas' 'The Sun used to Shine'. In the
	anticipation series one could single out Rupert Brooke's marvelous 'The Soldier'
	in which the glorious ideals of patriotism find their niche. However it is
	the shocking realities of war that really bring this set to grim life.
	
	The tragic campaigns of Gallipoli, The Somme and other memorable battles
	are brought to life in Owen's 'Spring Offensive' and most of all Roseberg's
	heartbreaking 'Returning we hear the larks'. There are also a number of profound
	aftermath statements by Ezra Pound and Edith Nesbit. Elgar's 'Enigma Variations'
	makes an ideal backdrop to the grim and subtle texts whilst Britten's terse
	'Variations on a Theme of Frank Bridge' is also wonderfully atmospheric.
	
	All readers are admirable in their dramatic poise and emotional restraint;
	it must have been indeed heartbreaking for them as they leafed through these
	deeply felt lines. Perry Keenylside provides notes of succinct quality and
	perceptive information and he also quotes a number of lines to prove his
	point. All in all, this set is a true memorial to those who died for all
	of us and with Elgar's 'Nimrod' accompanying Laurence Binyon's 'For the Fallen',
	the collection reaches a conclusion of heart rending passion and grief but
	ultimately there is also spiritual triumph.
	
	
	'Now the sprinkled blackthorn snow
	Lies along the lover's lane
	Where last year we used to go
	Where we shall not go again'
	
	Edith Nesbit: 'Spring in War-Time'
	
	
	Reviewer
	
	Gerald Fenech
	
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