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Leslie Coulson was born on July 19, 1889, in Kilburn, London, England. A British poet and journalist, his life was defined by a deep connection to his craft and his ultimate sacrifice during World War I. Coulson’s poetic voice, rooted in simplicity and emotional resonance, became a lasting testament to the personal toll of war.
Before the war, Coulson worked as a journalist for the Evening News. His writing career was steady, and he built a reputation as a capable and insightful reporter. His early poetry, though not widely known at the time, reflected a sensitivity to the world around him, capturing small moments with precision and care. The outbreak of World War I in 1914 marked a turning point in both his life and his poetry.
In 1915, Coulson enlisted in the British Army, joining the 2nd Battalion of the Royal Fusiliers. He initially served in the Mediterranean, where he participated in the Gallipoli Campaign. The harsh conditions and intense fighting there shaped his view of the war and deepened his understanding of its human cost. Later, he was transferred to the Western Front in France.
Coulson’s experiences as a soldier significantly influenced his poetry. Writing in the trenches, he captured the stark realities of war with clarity and poignancy. His poems often avoided patriotic sentiment, focusing instead on the exhaustion, fear, and camaraderie of soldiers. Works like Who Made the Law? reveal his disillusionment with the conflict and a profound empathy for the suffering it caused. His style was direct, avoiding ornate language, and his subject matter resonated with those who shared the war’s hardships.
On October 8, 1916, during the Battle of Le Transloy, Coulson was fatally wounded by a gunshot to the chest. He died at the age of 27, a life cut short in the pursuit of duty. Coulson’s death came just weeks after he had written some of his most evocative poetry.
Posthumously, his father ensured that Coulson’s work was not forgotten. A collection of his poetry, From an Outpost and Other Poems, was published in 1917. The book resonated with readers, capturing the emotional and physical toll of the Great War. His work was praised for its honesty and unfiltered portrayal of life as a soldier.
Coulson’s poetry stands as a bridge between the pre-war optimism and the harsh realities faced by soldiers on the front lines. His ability to convey complex emotions in simple, impactful language has made his work a significant part of war literature. Though his life was brief, Leslie Coulson’s legacy endures through the words he left behind, a reminder of the cost of conflict and the humanity of those who endure it.
You may learn more at the War Poets Association and Wikipedia.
The God Who Waits
Leslie Coulson
The old men in the olden days,
Who thought and worked in simple ways,
Believed in God and sought His praise.
From an Outpost
Leslie Coulson
I’ve tramped South England up and down
Down Dorset way, down Devon way,
Through every little ancient town
Judgment
Leslie Coulson
So be it, God, I take what Thou dost give,
And gladly give what Thou dost take away.
For me Thy choice is barren days and grey.
..But a short time to live”
Leslie Coulson
Our little hour,—how swift it flies
When poppies flare and lilies smile;
How soon the fleeting minute dies,
The Rainbow
Leslie Coulson
Watch the white dawn gleam,
To the thunder of hidden guns.
I hear the hot shells scream
From the Somme
Leslie Coulson
In other days I sang of simple things,
Of summer dawn, and summer noon and night,
The dewy grass, the dew wet fairy rings,
Who Made The Law?
Leslie Coulson
Who made the Law that men should die in shadows ?
Who spake the word that blood should splash in lanes ?
Who gave it forth that gardens should be bone-yards ?