Claude Templer

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Claude Frank Templer was born on November 1, 1888, in Torquay, England, into a family with strong military ties. He followed the expected path, attending Wellington College and Sandhurst, before being commissioned into the Indian Army in 1907. Serving with the 21st Prince Albert Victor’s Own Cavalry, his early career was spent in India, where he gained experience that would prepare him for the challenges to come.

At the outbreak of World War I, Templer returned to Europe. By 1915, he was fighting in the trenches on the Western Front. His capture by German forces marked a turning point in his military career and life. Templer’s time as a prisoner of war was far from passive. Over the course of his imprisonment, he attempted escape twelve times. His persistence and ingenuity were remarkable, even if none of the attempts succeeded. The repeated escapes illustrate his refusal to give up, a trait reflected in the determination and resilience often present in his poetry.

His writing captures a mix of influences. Drawing from his experiences in the Indian countryside, the stark realities of trench warfare, and his time in captivity, Templer’s work is a blend of Romanticism and the harsher tones of war poetry. His poems explore themes of duty, camaraderie, and the toll of war on the human spirit.

Templer’s legacy is tied to his unique wartime experiences. The combination of his service, his defiance as a POW, and his poetic output places him in a distinct position among war poets. He died in action on July 11, 1915, during the Gallipoli campaign, at just 26 years old. His body was never recovered, and he is commemorated on the Helles Memorial.

Posthumously, Templer’s poetry has gained some recognition for its raw and reflective quality. His work stands as a testament to a life lived under the shadow of war, filled with both unrelenting struggle and a search for meaning in the chaos. Through his poetry, Templer left a voice that continues to speak to the complexities of war and the resilience of those who endure it.

You may learn more at the War Poets.org and Templer Family.

YPRES SALIENT

Claude Templer
Tempest of iron prepared the advance of a host ‘gainst a remnant;

Tempest of shouting announced the advance of that host overwhelming,
And as the black rocks o’erwhelmed but unvanquished make stand ‘gainst the ocean,

SOFT BROWN EYES

Claude Templer
Oh, Soft Brown Eyes that made me do

A certain honourable thing
That I’d have shirked from but for you,

MUSIC OF RAIN

Claude Templer
Night! and the Rain

Falling! Falling!
Music of Pain

DAWN

Claude Templer
Neath the warm passion kiss of dawning day,

Night fades and dies… his breath is kissed away;
Yet shall he soon revive for that same kiss

NIGHT FALL

Claude Templer
Oh girl! that last kiss like the last long kiss

Of dying day clasped in the arms of night:
Her lips of poppy red cling… cling to his,

HORROR

Claude Templer
World sorrow crept into my soul. I dreamed.

I saw led past me in a cage on wheels
A woman strangely beautiful. She screamed

SORROW

Claude Templer
Sorrow, that dark browed lady beautiful,

Loveth me with a strange compelling love.
Two eyes of brown hath she, so deep, so full

SOUL POISON

Claude Templer
Thy mouth is a red poppy that curls up

It’s pouting chalice tow’rds me…’tis a cup
O fCirce’s sweetest poison draught brimful.

MOON GIRL

Claude Templer
Moon of my heart! Night falls. And Nature lies

Beneath his kiss in spellbound ecstasy.
Moon of my heart! I need thee: Lo! Time flies

DREAM LADY

Claude Templer
I loved a girl in dreamland with the love that cannot lie,

With tend’rest truest passion and with deepest ecstasy,
And there was perfect love’twixt us and perfect sympathy.

THE LOSING FIGHT

Claude Templer
If Fortune knocks you down and has you beat.

Don’t give up hope. Don’t strike that Kismet pose.
But keep your head and get up on your feet

PURISTAN

Claude Templer
They who, their cartridges spent, cut up, surrounded and beat

Fight back at fate till the end, scorning both death and defeat;
Who, though they know in their hearts that their resistance is vain,

THE WHEEL

Claude Templer
The reason is a wheel. It’s radius:

Infinity. It’s midmost point of all :
Heaven. Its utmost rim : Hell. As for us,

MADONNA MIA

Claude Templer
Madonna Mine! Love of my dreams come true,

Thy soft brown eyes ere in this life we met,
Looked softly into mine in dreams. We two,

SORROW’S TRIUMPH

Claude Templer
As lips of flowers open’ neath the breath

Ofthe Sun Lover’s kiss, so openeth
My heart to thee, Sorrow, thy kisses’ neath;

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