Verses of a V.A.D.

VERSES OF A V.A.D.


BY VERA M. BRITTAIN (V.A.D. London/268, B.R.C.S.) Foreword by MARIE CONNOR LEIGHTON ERSKINE MACDONALD, LTD. LONDON, W.C.1 All Rights Reserved First published August 1918

DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY OF ROLAND AUBREY LEIGHTON Lieutenant, Worcestershire Regiment DIED OF WOUNDS NEAR HÉBUTERNE December 23rd, 1915
“Good-bye, sweet friend. What matters it that you Have found Love’s death in joy, and I in sorrow? For hand in hand, just as we used to do, We two shall live our passionate poem through On God’s serene to-morrow.” R. A. L.


These poems, by a writer for whom I have literary hopes, belong very clearly to that new and vigorous type of poetry which has sprung from the stress of the last few years and has its root in things done and suffered rather than in things merely imagined.
Until lately our very belief in the saying that the poet is born and not made proved that we had completely accepted poetry as coming only from within, spun, as it were, out of our inner consciousness, and either quite unhelped, or else only partially helped, by active experiences from without. We have always understood, of course, that such an experience as, for instance, the sudden flashing upon us of a magnetic face as a stranger passes in the street might set aglow a train of thought that would quicken and melt into feeling, and the feeling would, in turn, need—and find—expression in poetry.
So far as this we have admitted that outward occurrences in the course of our quickly flying days can become a source of poetical inspiration. But, in spite of the pointing finger of Kipling, most of us clung desperately to the verse that had its sole origin in imaginative emotion until the blaze of war in the world illumined our souls and showed all of us that out of our simplest practical work can be struck sparks of real and great and rare divine fire.