Teaser Tuesday is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of A Daily Rhythm. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:
• Grab your current read
• Open to a random page
• Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
• BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
e• Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!I am
I am currently reading a book of war poetry: Three Poets of the First World War – Ivor Gurney, Isaac Rosenberg, Wilfred Owen so this week thought I’d include a whole poem, rather than just a couple of line.
Once I had dreamed of return to a sunlit land
Of summer and firelit winter with inns to visit,
But here are tangles of Fate one does not understand,
And as for rest or true ease, where is it and what is it.
With criss-cross purposes and spoilt threads of life,
Perverse pathways, the savour of life is gone.
What have I then with crumbling wood or glowing coals,
Or a four-hours’ walking, to work, through a setting Sun?
p.p. 26 Ivor Gurney