Having, with bold Horatius, stamped her feet
And waved a final swashing arabesque
O'er the brave days of old, she ceased to bleat,
Slapped her Macaulay back upon the desk,
Resuned her calm gaze and her lofty seat.

There, while she heard the classic lines repeat,
Once more the teacher's face clenched stern;
For through the window, looking on the street,
Three soldiers hailed her. She made no return.
One was called 'Orace whom she would not greet.

by Wilfred Owen

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Intriguing mystery here. Wilfred Owen wrote brutally frank poems about World War 1. This schoolteacher taught about war like she was the goddess of war, relishing the heroism of the battlefield. If she had seen Owen outside her window, she would not have nodded her head at him or in any way recognized him though he was a soldier. Owen was well aware that his view was not a popular one with the mindset of certain people. The man was unflinching to have written this.
Here familia relationships ran hard aground on jagged, pointed Rock's.. iip
Reminded me my school days..Thanks for sharing. interesting poem with amazing imagery written during a time of war ★
Her lofty seat! Thanks for sharing.
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