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PoemHunter.com.David Campbell . Men in Green

Четверг, 08 Сентября 2011 г. 10:13 + в цитатник

 David Campbell (16 July 1915 - 29 July 1979 / Ellerslie / Australia)

Men in Green

Oh, there were fifteen men in green,
Each with a tommy-gun,
Who leapt into my plane at dawn;
We rose to meet the sun.

We set our course towards the east
And climbed into the day
Till the ribbed jungle underneath
Like a giant fossil lay.

We climbed towards the distant range,
Where two white paws of cloud
Clutched at the shoulders of the pass;
The green men laughed aloud.

They did not fear the ape-like cloud
That climbed the mountain crest
And hung from ropes invisible
With lightning in its breast.

They did not fear the summer's sun
In whose hot centre lie
A hundred hissing cannon shells
For the unwatchful eye.

And when on Dobadura's field
We landed, each man raised
His thumb towards the open sky;
But to their right I gazed.

For fifteen men in jungle green
Rose from the kunai grass
And came towards the plane. My men
In silence watched them pass;
It seemed they looked upon themselves
In Times's prophetic glass.

Oh, there were some leaned on a stick
And some on stretchers lay,
But few walked on their own two feet
In the early green of day.

(They did not heed the ape-like cloud
That climbed the mountain crest;
They did not fear the summer sun
With bullets for their breast.)

Their eyes were bright, their looks were dull;
Their skin had turned to clay.
Nature had meet them in the night
And stalked them in the day.

And I think still of men in green
On the Soputa track,
With fifteen spitting tommy-guns
To keep the jungle back.

David Campbell

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Рубрики:  Живое Человеческое Общение/USA(27.8-19.9.12)

Furman_Ed   обратиться по имени David Watt Ian Campbell Четверг, 08 Сентября 2011 г. 10:24 (ссылка)
David Watt Ian Campbell was born on 16 July 1915 at Ellerslie station, near Adelong, in the Monaro District of the Southern Highlands of New South Wales, the third child of a grazier and medical doctor, Alfred Campbell, and his wife Edith Madge (nйe Watt). From 1930 he attended The King’s School in Sydney, where, he would later claim, he devoted much of his time to playing football, though he also wrote some early poetry. He went on to Jesus College, Cambridge, where he represented England in Rugby Union, and took his B.A. in English in 1937. He returned to Australia in 1938 and at the outbreak of the Second World War joined the Royal Australian Air Force, serving as a flying boat pilot throughout the War, mainly in Australia’s North and in New Guinea against the Japanese, and was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross in 1943. While serving in the Air Force, he began contributing poems to the Bulletin, a number of which were published through the war years, including his celebrated war poem “Men in Green”.

After the war, Campbell took up farming on a family property near Canberra. His first book of verse, Speak with the Sun, which contained many of his early contributions to the Bulletin, was published in 1949. He would go on to publish over fifteen volumes of poetry and prose. He was poetry editor of The Australian newspaper in 1964–65, and from 1973 to 1976 held a senior fellowship of the Literature Board of the Australia Council for the Arts. He was the recipient of a number of prestigious literary awards, including the Henry Lawson Australian Arts Award (1970), the Patrick White Literary Award (1975), and (posthumously) the Fellowship of Australian Writers’ Christopher Brennan Award. He won the Grace Leven Poetry Prize twice, for his Selected Poems 1942–1968 (in 1968), and The Man in the Honeysuckle (in 1980) – the latter book also won the NSW Premier’s Kenneth Slessor Prize for Poetry in 1980. Campbell was the posthumous subject of a special issue of Poetry Australia in December 1981. He died at Canberra on 29 July 1979.

Campbell started out as a poet of the local landscape, and a member of a group of poets Vincent Buckley termed the ‘New Bulletin School,’ writing lyric poetry in a style that owed something to the ‘bush ballad’ tradition of Australian pastoral and vernacular verse. Responsive to changes in Australian society in the late 1960s, Campbell unexpectedly changed to a looser form of versification and more contemporary themes with an occasional slightly surreal tone, and became friendly with a younger generation of poets including Michael Dransfield and Martin Johnston. His 1970 poem ‘My Lai’, about an infamous massacre of Vietnamese villagers by US forces, clearly expressed his attitude of opposition to Australia’s involvement in the war in Vietnam. The experimental tone of some of his later poems owed something to work with translations of Russian poetry, a collaborative project with Rosemary Dobson and others.
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