Owen Rutter

Biographical details

Owen Rutter,  The Song of Tiadatha (1920)

“ James’s Street, joins up, and goes to France; we come with him to Macedonia, and accompany him as he does the hectic round of Salonica’s dubious amusements; watch him building his dug-out up on the Doiran Front; share his feverish activities during the nightmare experience of the Great Fire; attack the frowning Bulgar mountains in his company; and finally, with much good work well done, go back to England with him on leave—and look enviously on as he takes to his arms again his green-eyed Phyllis. ”
Source: Gutenberg

Owen Rutter,  The Song of Tiadatha (1920)

“ Fighting fire instead of Bulgars.
Many parts they played that evening,
Fireman, policeman, knight and coolie,
Till their eyes were red and burning,
Choc-a-bloc with grit and cinders,
Till their clothes were scorched and blackened,
Till their heads and feet and backs ached.
And that night my Tiadatha
Saw some sights not good to look on.
Many thousand hearts were broken,
Many thousand people homeless.
”
Source: Gutenberg

Owen Rutter,  The Song of Tiadatha (1920)

“ Most elusive, very lordly, [140]
To unbend enough to take them
(At a price) as far as Sloane Street.
In that hard-won London taxi,
Speeding down dim Piccadilly
On its way to darkened Sloane Street
I will leave my Tiadatha
On his first sweet night in England—
Leave him feeling very happy,
Drugged with a divine contentment,
Feeling life was paying interest
On the days he had invested
In those dreary Balkan trenches.
Leave him with the things he’d ached for
In those two long years of exile,
Leave him to his well-loved London
And the arms of green-eyed Phyllis.
”
Source: Gutenberg

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