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The War PoetsGiuseppina Del Favero, et al.

The War Poets Giuseppina Del Favero, et al.

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Prefazione

Questo libro è dedicato ai giovani curiosi di conoscere come altri giovani, in tempi lontani, hanno reagito a situazioni che richiedevano scelte difficili e spesso fatali.

Nel corso di questa ricerca, ci siamo imbattuti in commoventi storie personali che, grazie sia a somiglianze sia a differenze, ci hanno portato a riflettere su eventi contemporanei, così che la conoscenza del passato si è rivelata elemento chiave per affrontare situazioni presenti.

Qual è stato il "fil rouge"?

Dopo aver studiato alcune poesie di poeti soldati inglesi morti giovanidurante la I Guerra Mondiale, ci siamo chiesti se anche soldati italiani avessero vissuto le stesse tragiche esperienze. In particolare la nostra ricerca si è concentrata sui racconti di familiari, parenti di giovani soldati della nostra zona, il luinese.

Tali racconti sono stati veramente toccanti: eccone alcuni....


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http://www.bbc.co.uk/schools/0/ww1/25406723

Rupert Brooke

Rupert Brooke

Brooke was an English poet whose neo-Romantic poems and premature death in World War One contributed to his fame and idealised image.

Rupert Brooke was born on 3 August 1887. His father was a housemaster at Rugby School. After leaving Cambridge University, where he became friends with many of those in the 'Bloomsbury Group', Brooke studied in Germany and travelled in Italy. In 1909 he moved to the village of Grantchester, near Cambridge, which he celebrated in his poem, 'The Old Vicarage, Grantchester' (1912). His first collection of poems was published in 1911. In 1913, Brooke became a fellow of King's College, Cambridge, his old college.

In the same year, he left England to travel in North America, New Zealand and the Pacific islands. He returned home shortly before the outbreak of World War One. He was commissioned into the Royal Naval Division and took part in the disastrous Antwerp expedition in October 1914. In February 1915, he set sail for the Dardanelles. On board ship he developed septicaemia from a mosquito bite. He died on 23 April 1915 on a hospital ship off the Greek island of Skyros and was buried in an olive grove on the island.

Rupert Brooke caught the optimism of the opening months of the war with his wartime poems, published after his death, which expressed an idealism about war that contrasts strongly with poetry published later in the conflict.


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fonte: http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/historic_figures/brooke_rupert.shtml


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The Soldier

The Soldier

If I should die, think only this of me:That there's some corner of a foreign fieldThat is for ever England. There shall beIn that rich earth a richer dust concealed [1] ;A dust whom England bore [2] , shaped, made aware,Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam [3] ,A body of England's, breathing English air,Washed by the rivers, blest [4] by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away [5] ,A pulse [6] in the eternal mind [7] , no lessGives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

fonte: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Soldier_%28poem%29

[1] nascosta[2] generò[3] da esplorare, da percorrere[4] benedetto[5] liberatosi da[6] battito[7] spirito


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The Soldier (audio, text, images)


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Rupert Brooke - 1

He was born in

a. ○ Rugby

b. ○ London

c. ○ Edinburgh


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Rupert Brooke - 2

He studied at

a. ○ Cambridge

b. ○ Oxford

c. ○ London


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Rupert Brooke - 3

He travelled in

a. ○ Italy

b. ○ Spain

c. ○ Greece


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Rupert Brooke - 4

He took part

a. ○ in the Antwerp expedition

b. ○ in the battle of the Somme

c. ○ in the battle of Hastings


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Rupert Brooke - 5

He died in

a. ○ 1914

b. ○ 1915

c. ○ 1916


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Wilfred Owen

Short biography of Wilfred Owen

Wilfred Owen

Born Oswestry, Shropshire. Educated at Birkenhead Institute and Shrewsbury Technical

College.

From the age of nineteen Owen wanted to be a poet and immersed himself in poetry, being especially impressed by Keats and Shelley. He wrote almost no poetry of importance until he saw action in France in 1917.

He was deeply attached to his mother to whom most of his 664 letters are addressed. (She saved every one.) He was a committed Christian and became lay assistant to the vicar of Dunsden near Reading 1911-1913 – teaching Bible classes and leading prayer meetings – as well as visiting parishioners and helping in other ways.

From 1913 to 1915 he worked as a language tutor in France.

He felt pressured by the propaganda to become a soldier and volunteered on 21st October 1915. He spent the last day of 1916 in a tent in France joining the Second Manchesters. He was full of boyish high spirits at being a soldier.

Within a week he had been transported to the front line in a cattle wagon and was "sleeping" 70 or 80 yards from a heavy gun which fired every minute or so. He was soon wading miles along trenches two feet deep in water. Within a few days he was experiencing gas attacks and was horrified by the stench of the rotting dead; his sentry was blinded, his company then slept out in deep snow and intense frost till the end of January. That month was a profound shock for him: he now understood the meaning of war. "The people of England needn't hope. They must

agitate," he wrote home. (See his poems The Sentry and Exposure.)


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He escaped bullets until the last week of the war, but he saw a good deal of front-line action: he was blown up, concussed and suffered shell-shock. At Craiglockhart, the psychiatric hospital in Edinburgh, he met Siegfried Sassoon who inspired him to develop his war poetry.

He was sent back to the trenches in September, 1918 and in October won the Military Cross by seizing a German machine-gun and using it to kill a number of Germans.

On 4th November he was shot and killed near the village of Ors. The news of his death reached his parents home as the Armistice bells were ringing on 11 November 1918.

(source: http://www.warpoetry.co.uk/Owena.html#short-biog_owen)


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Dulce et Decorum Est

Dulce et Decorum Est

Bent double, like old beggars [1] under sacks,Knock-kneed, coughing like hags [2] , we cursed through sludge [3] ,Till on the haunting flares [4] we turned our backsAnd towards our distant rest began to trudge [5] .Men marched asleep. Many had lost their bootsBut limped on, blood-shod [6] . All went lame [7] ; all blind;Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hootsOftired, outstripped Five-Nines [8] that dropped behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling [9]Fitting the clumsy helmets [10] just in time,But someone still was yelling out [11] and stumbling [12]And flound'ring [13] like a man in fire or lime [14] .—Dim, through the misty [15] panes and thick green light,As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.In all my dreams before my helpless sightHe plunges [16] at me, guttering [17] , choking, drowning.

If in some smothering [18] dreams you too could paceBehind the wagon that we flung [19] him in,And watch the white eyes writhing [20] in his face,His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin,If you could hear, at every jolt [21] , the bloodCome gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs [22]Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud [23]Of vile [24] , incurable sores [25] on innocent tongues,—My friend, you would not tell with such high zest [26]To children ardent for some desperate glory,The old Lie: Dulce et decorum estPro patria mori

[1] mendicanti[2] con le ginocchia che si toccano, tossendo come streghe


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[3] fango[4] bagliori spaventosi[5] trascinarci[6] avanzano zoppicando, calzati di sangue[7] storpi[8] granate[9] un brancolare frenetico[10] mettendosi i goffi elmetti[11] gridava[12] e inciampava[13] e si dimenava[14] calce[15] appannati[16] si precipita[17] barcollando[18] affannosi[19] gettammo[20] contorcersi[21] sobbalzo[22] polmoni intaccati dal gas,[23] fiele[24] orribili[25] piaghe[26] entusiasmo, ardore


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Dulce et Decorum Est (audio and images)

Dulce et Decorum Est read by David Roberts


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Gas Attack - BBC

Ecco un video-clip della bbc su un attacco con uso di gas

Ypres


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http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/interactive/animations/wwone_movies/index_embed.shtml

Gas Attack


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Green Sea


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Wilfred OwenChoose the correct alternative

1. He was born in ▾

2. His favourite poets were ▾

3. He worked as a language tutor in ▾

4. He volunteered in ▾

5. At Craiglockhart, he met ▾

6. He died on ▾


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Siegfried Sassoon

Siegfried Sassoon

An English war poet, Sassoon was also known for his fictionalised autobiographies, praised for their evocation of English country life.

Siegfried Sassoon was born on 8 September 1886 in Kent. His father was part of a Jewish merchant family, originally from Iran and India, and his mother part of the artistic Thorneycroft family. Sassoon studied at Cambridge University but left without a degree. He then lived the life of a country gentleman, hunting and playing cricket while also publishing small volumes of poetry.

In May 1915, Sassoon was commissioned into the Royal Welsh Fusiliers and went to France. He impressed many with his bravery in the front line and was given the nickname 'Mad Jack' for his near-suicidal exploits. He was decorated twice. His brother Hamo was killed in November 1915 at Gallipoli.

In the summer of 1916, Sassoon was sent to England to recover from fever. He went back to the front, but was wounded in April 1917 and returned home. Meetings with several prominent pacifists, including Bertrand Russell, had reinforced his growing disillusionment with the war and in June 1917 he wrote a letter that was published in the Times in which he said that the war was being deliberately and unnecessarily prolonged by the government. As a decorated war hero and published poet, this caused public outrage. It was only his friend and fellow poet, Robert Graves, who prevented him from being court-martialled by convincing the authorities that Sassoon had shell-shock. He was sent to Craiglockhart War Hospital in Edinburgh for


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treatment. Here he met, and greatly influenced, Wilfred Owen. Both men returned to the front where Owen was killed in 1918. Sassoon was posted to Palestine and then returned to France, where he was again wounded, spending the remainder of the war in England. Many of his war poems were published in 'The Old Huntsman' (1917) and 'Counter-Attack' (1918).

After the war Sassoon spent a brief period as literary editor of the Daily Herald before going to the United States, travelling the length and breadth of the country on a speaking tour. He then started writing the near-autobiographical novel 'Memoirs of a Fox-hunting Man' (1928). It was an immediate success, and was followed by others including 'Memoirs of an Infantry Officer' (1930) and 'Sherston's Progress' (1936). Sassoon had a number of homosexual affairs but in 1933 surprised many of his friends by marrying Hester Gatty. They had a son, George, but the marriage broke down after World War Two.

He continued to write both prose and poetry. In 1957, he was received into the Catholic church. He died on 1 September 1967.

fonte: http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/historic_figures/sassoon_siegfried.shtml


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Base Details

Base Details

If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath,

I'd live with scarlet Majors at the Base,

And speed glum heroes up the line to death.

You'd see me with my puffy petulant face,

Guzzling and gulping in the best hotel,

Reading the Roll of Honour. ‘Poor young chap,'

I'd say—‘I used to know his father well.

Yes, we've lost heavily in this last scrap.'

And when the war is done and youth stone dead,

I'd toddle safely home and die — in bed.


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Siegfried Sassoon

His life

vero falso

a. He was born in Kent ○ ○

b. He fought in Belgium ○ ○

c. He was treated for shell shock in London

○ ○

d. At Craiglockhart, he met Wilfred Owen

○ ○

e. He wrote autobiographical novels and war poems

○ ○

f. He died in 1967 ○ ○


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Posters

Ecco alcuni poster famosi che servivano alla propaganda

Propaganda

fonte: http://www.iwm.org.uk/history/11-amazing-first-world-war-recruitment-posters


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http://www.bbc.co.uk/schools/0/ww1/25332968

Video I Guerra Mondiale

Lo scoppio della prima guerra mondiale


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Video War Poets


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Appunti su conseguenze I Guerra Mondiale

A few notes on the consequences of World War I

Consequences wwi from delfaverogiusy


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//www.slideshare.net/delfaverogiusy/consequences-wwi-54277869

//www.slideshare.net/delfaverogiusy

A Hero from Cadero

Paolo Dellea


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Paolo Dellea

Paolo Dellea fu un mio lontano parente (zio della mia nonna materna). Nacque a Cadero con Graglio (VA) il 13 dicembre 1892. Figlio di Benvenuto Dellea e Angelina Marchelli, era il secondogenito di otto fratelli. Studiò ingegneria civile, prima di essere chiamato alle armi. Venne arruolato come Aspirante Ufficiale nel 1915, quando l'Italia entrò in guerra contro l'Impero Austro-Ungarico e combatté nel 154° Reggimento Fanteria della "Brigata Novara", nelle zone circostanti l'odierna Kostanjevica na Krasu (Slovenia), città allora denominata Castagnevizza.

Morì il 21 agosto 1917 a seguito di un atto di eroismo, per salvare i propri sottoposti. Si trovava in prima linea assieme ai propri soldati, gli austriaci stavano attaccando ed avanzando verso il fronte italiano. Egli, con un'azione eroica, uscì dalla trincea andando incontro alla fanteria nemica. Venne colpito da una granata e morì a seguito delle ferite riportate, ma grazie al suo gesto i soldati che erano con lui riuscirono a fuggire e a salvarsi.

Venne sepolto nel Sacrario Militare di Redipuglia del Comune di Fogliano (GO) e in seguito nominato per una medaglia d'argento al valore militare per aver sacrificato la propria vita per la Patria.

A Campagnano vi è una via a lui dedicata.

(Alessandro Bianchi, 5C a.s. 2015-2016)

Paolo Dellea was my grandmother's uncle. He was born in Cadero con Graglio (VA) on 13th December 1892. His parents were Benvenuto Dellea and Angelina Marchelli, he was the second-born of eight children. He studied civil engineering before he was called to fight in the First World War.

He was enlisted in 1915, when Italy began the War against Austria-Hungary, and fought in the 154° Reggimento Fanteria della "Brigata Novara, near Castagnevizza (nowadays in Slovenia).

He died on 21st August 1917 due to injuries caused by a grenade. He decided to leave the place where he was fighting to attack enemies. His action allowed his soldiers to save their lifes.


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He was buried in Sacrario di Redipuglia in Fogliano (GO) and later, his family was sent a silver medal for his heroic action.

Many years later, a street in Campagnano (VA) was dedicated to him.


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Uncle Tanin

Uncle Tanin

This story has been told me by my grandfather. It is very short but I think it is interesting because it conveys the real face of the war.

The story is about his uncle, Tanin. We don't know his real name: Tanin is a nickname from Gaetano, but my grandfather had thought for a long time his real name was Michele. Actually, Tanin was a very common nickname in their family: time later they started calling also my grandfather with the name Tanin. So the real identity of "Uncle Tanin" is still a mystery.

But let's move to the story. Uncle Tanin was an anarchist and a pacifist: he didn't want to fight during the I world war, but he was forced to, so he asked and achieved to be a corpsman. One day, after a battle, he was seeking for thee wounded with his fellows and they found an injured Austrian soldier. The soldier was sitting on the ground with his weapon, maybe a rifle, we don't know exactly. He seemed suffering.

They tried to go near to help him, because Uncle Tanin thought that every man was important as the others; to him there were no differences between Italian and Austrian soldiers; if a man had been in need, Uncle Tanin would have helped him. But the soldier shot and shot again. He couldn't realize that they wanted to help him, that they were "friends".

Uncle Tanin was shocked by this reaction and he felt they were in danger. Without thinking about him, he picked up a rock and hit the soldier's head till death.

Years later, when my grandfather was a child (he was born in 1938) he was an elderly man. He never told this story to my grandfather, only to my great grandfather and I don't think he talked about that many times.

I always found this story very touching and tragic, because it shows us how men can differently perceive war and enemies. It is interesting also because it obliges me to identify with Uncle Tanin: everytime I heard about him, I wonder if I could have made such a terrible decision and how Uncle Tanin


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would have felt guilty and disheartened for all his life.

(Margherita Ronconi, 5C a.s. 2015-2016)


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