Margaret Postgate Cole's View Of War

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Margaret Postgate Cole was born in Cambridge in 1893 (Poetry). Cole attended Girton College in Cambridge studying authors involved with British socialism and became active in politics during WWI (Poetry). During Cole’s time of political activism she wrote what would become her most famous poem “The Falling Leaves” which, according to the Poetry Foundation was “one of the first anti-war poems from a woman’s perspective.” In 1918 Cole would wed George Douglas Howard Cole and together would become “the most powerful of Britain’s politically leftist couples” (Poetry) eventually co-founding the Society for Socialist Inquiry and Propaganda in 1930 and the New Fabian Research Bureau in 1931 (Poetry). Beyond anti-war poetry Cole would go on to …show more content…

Cole juxtaposes the images of old men and the young men that return from war, “We are left alone like old men; we should be dead / But there are years and years in which we will still be young” (10, 11). Khan stresses that these final lines present the “desolation which clouds the future of youth oppressed by war” (27). Considering the experiences soldiers went through and Cole judiciously represents these young veterans who’ve aged and are just as versed in the deaths of love ones as their elder counterparts. Other poems such as her famous “The Falling Leaves” comment on the inescapabilty of war as it looms over everything. In the poem the Cole describes what should be a pastoral landscape in the midst of fall weather however the leaves that brown and fall from the tree act as an extended metaphor of fallen soldiers dying in “gallant multitude…/ Slain by no wind of age or pestilence” (8, 10) but that of war. The imagery is overpowering clouding the minds of those at home far away from the front lines and yet thoughts of death fog the world before them “like snowflakes wiping out the noon” (6). The poem challenges the propagandas imagery of a country in complete support of the war, proud and unaffected by the horrors of

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