White Stone at the intersection of Wood Support & Strip Trench, Mametz Wood
Private Ball, David Jones's alter ego, is wounded in the foot. As he crawls from the wood, increasingly delerious from loss of blood, he is unwilling to leave his rifle, but it impedes his progress;
"Slung so, it swings its full weight. With you going blindly on all paws, it slews its whole length, to hang at your bowed neck like the Mariner’s white oblation. You drag past the four bright stones at the turn of Wood Support."
David Jones (15th RWF), artist and poet, from his prose-poem 'In Parenthesis', published in 1938.
"Slung so, it swings its full weight. With you going blindly on all paws, it slews its whole length, to hang at your bowed neck like the Mariner’s white oblation. You drag past the four bright stones at the turn of Wood Support."
David Jones (15th RWF), artist and poet, from his prose-poem 'In Parenthesis', published in 1938.
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