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“Just now I was thinking that I'd died and had to come to life again, had to build up a life myself. Only the new edifice has to be built with the ruins of the old. Or rather, I feel like a tree that has been blasted level with the ground, with only the roots still living. Some even of the roots are dead, some I have to kill, the rest have to grow again somehow.”

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All Men Are Enemies

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Richard Aldington
Richard Aldington

Richard Aldington (July 8, 1892 – July 27, 1962) was a British poet, novelist, critic, and biographer, best known as a key figure in the Imagist poetry movement. Born in Hampshire, he studied classics and later co-founded Imagism with Ezra Pound and H.D. His works, characterized by concise language and modernist themes, include the poetry collection 'Images' and the war novel 'Death of a Hero'. Aldington's experiences in World War I deeply influenced his writing, which often critiqued the impact of war on society. He also wrote biographies of T.E. Lawrence and D.H. Lawrence. Though sometimes overshadowed by his contemporaries, Aldington's contributions to modern poetry and war literature remain significant. more

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