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A Candle for Wilfred Owen
Douglas Kerr
To cite this article: Douglas Kerr (2018) A Candle for Wilfred Owen, The RUSI Journal, 163:5,
86-88, DOI: 10.1080/03071847.2018.1552461
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DOI: 10.1080/03071847.2018.1552461
T
he artist and poet Isaac Rosenberg wrote this
in a letter from the Western Front where he
was serving as a private in the King’s Own
Royal Lancaster Regiment:
We are now in the trenches again and though I feel very
sleepy, I just have a chance to answer your letter so I
will while I may. Its [sic] really my being lucky enough
to bag an inch of candle that incites me to this pitch of
punctual epistolary. I must measure my letter by the
light.1
The letter, to his friend and patron Edward
Marsh, is dated 28 March 1918 and postmarked
2 April. Rosenberg was killed on 1 April, All Fools’
Day, 1918, so when the letter was sent he was
already dead. The cadged candle is a small detail of
1. Isaac Rosenberg, ‘Letter to Edward Marsh’, 28 March 1918, in Ian Parsons (ed.), The Collected Works of Isaac Rosenberg
(London: Chatto and Windus, 1979), p. 272.
2. Wilfred Owen, ‘Letter to Susan Owen’, 31 October 1918, in Harold Owen and John Bell (eds), Collected Letters (London:
Oxford University Press, 1967), pp. 590–91.
the living conditions of an infantry soldier on the
Western Front. You could only write if you had a
candle to see by. In another sense of course, it seems
an enormously symbolic and poignant observation,
the doomed poet on borrowed time, making shift to
express himself before the precarious light goes out.
Life on the Western Front was not continuous
battle. There was a practical, even domestic side to
everyday life in the army, and no doubt many soldiers
carried with them a bit of candle-end, and a box of
matches (or ‘lucifers’) to produce a light. Almost
everyone smoked. Wilfred Owen’s own last letter,
written to his mother on the evening of 31 October
1918 from ‘The Smoky Cellar of the Forester’s House’,
evokes a scene which is warm, companionable, even
cosy.2
‘So thick is the smoke in this cellar that I can
Military personnel hold candles during a service for the Commonwealth to commemorate the 100th
anniversary of the outbreak of the First World War. Courtesy of Russell Cheyne/PA Images