I teach British Literature to 17 and 18 year olds of various levels and degrees of interest (in different classes).  Something that I’ve noticed over the years is that just about all my students feel something when we read World War I poetry. I don’t know if it’s because it’s visceral,  perhaps they appreciate the simple plain language, or maybe they can relate to the poems where the young authors express regret and naivete about their involvement in the war.  Because come on, I remember […]