It seemed that out of battle I escaped
Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
Through granites which titanic wars had groined.
Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,
Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred.
Then ,as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared
With piteous recognition in fixed eyes,
Lifting distressful hands, as if to bless.
And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, -
By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.
With a thousand pains that vision's face was grained;
Yet no blood reached there from the upper ground,
And no guns thumped, or down the flues made moan.
'Strange friend,' I said, 'here is no cause to mourn.'
'None,' said that other, 'save the undone years,
The hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours,
Was my life also; I went hunting wild
After the wildest beauty in the world,
Which lies not calm in eyes, or braided hair,
But mocks the steady running of the hour,
And if it grieves, grieves richlier than here.
For by my glee might many men have laughed,
And of my weeping something had been left,
Which must die now. I mean the truth untold,
The pity of war, the pity war distilled.
Now men will go content with what we spoiled,
Or, discontent, boil bloody, and be spilled.
They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress.
None will break ranks, though nations trek from progress.
Courage was mine, and I had mystery,
Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery:
To miss the march of this retreating world
Into vain citadels that are not walled.
Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels,
I would go up and wash them from sweet wells,
Even with truths that lie too deep for taint.
I would have poured my spirit without stint
But not through wounds; not on the cess of war.
Foreheads of men have bled where no wounds were.
I am the enemy you killed, my friend.
I knew you in this dark: for so you frowned
Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed.
I parried; but my hands were loath and cold.
Let us sleep now...'
You can buy this shirt at
WeAdmire:
15 Great Eastern St.
London UK
EC2A 3EJ
Telephone:
+44 (0)2073771801
It seemed that out of battle I escaped
Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
Through granites which titanic wars had groined.
Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,
Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred.
Then ,as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared
With piteous recognition in fixed eyes,
Lifting distressful hands, as if to bless.
And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, -
By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.
With a thousand pains that vision's face was grained;
Yet no blood reached there from the upper ground,
And no guns thumped, or down the flues made moan.
'Strange friend,' I said, 'here is no cause to mourn.'
'None,' said that other, 'save the undone years,
The hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours,
Was my life also; I went hunting wild
After the wildest beauty in the world,
Which lies not calm in eyes, or braided hair,
But mocks the steady running of the hour,
And if it grieves, grieves richlier than here.
For by my glee might many men have laughed,
And of my weeping something had been left,
Which must die now. I mean the truth untold,
The pity of war, the pity war distilled.
Now men will go content with what we spoiled,
Or, discontent, boil bloody, and be spilled.
They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress.
None will break ranks, though nations trek from progress.
Courage was mine, and I had mystery,
Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery:
To miss the march of this retreating world
Into vain citadels that are not walled.
Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels,
I would go up and wash them from sweet wells,
Even with truths that lie too deep for taint.
I would have poured my spirit without stint
But not through wounds; not on the cess of war.
Foreheads of men have bled where no wounds were.
I am the enemy you killed, my friend.
I knew you in this dark: for so you frowned
Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed.
I parried; but my hands were loath and cold.
Let us sleep now...'
You can buy this shirt at
WeAdmire:
15 Great Eastern St.
London UK
EC2A 3EJ
Telephone:
+44 (0)2073771801
T-Shirts by Yukio Miyamoto are available at the Saatchi Gallery London and the WeAdmire Store. You can purchase them online as well and we will deliver them to you, worldwide.
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T-Shirts by Yukio Miyamoto are available at the Saatchi Gallery London and the WeAdmire Store. You can purchase them online as well and we will deliver them to you, worldwide.
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Some weeks ago Nigella Lawson and Charles Saatchi asked their cab driver to make a U turn in order to pull up at our studio along Great Eastern Street as the display of Yukio Miyamoto's images on the t shirts grabbed their immediate attention. After looking at the tees, they were touched by the amazing artwork and mentioned that the Saatchi Gallery would be in touch. Indeed, Yukio's shirts are now available at The Saatchi Gallery.
You can buy these shirts at
WeAdmire Ltd
13-15 Great Eastern Street London, EC2A 3EJ England
Some weeks ago Nigella Lawson and Charles Saatchi asked their cab driver to make a U turn in order to pull up at our studio along Great Eastern Street as the display of Yukio Miyamoto's images on the t shirts grabbed their immediate attention. After looking at the tees, they were touched by the amazing artwork and mentioned that the Saatchi Gallery would be in touch. Indeed, Yukio's shirts are now available at The Saatchi Gallery.
You can buy these shirts at
WeAdmire Ltd
13-15 Great Eastern Street London, EC2A 3EJ England
Sales of this shirt support the Royal British Legion Poppy Appeal.
The images are dyed into the fabric of the shirt and is completely colourfast.
This year's remembrance is set apart by the symmetry of the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of the 11th year, and it is also the 90th anniversary of the formation of the British Legion
This is marked on the device to the bottom left side of the front of the shirt with an image of WW One dog tags, which were made of compressed asbestos dyed green and red and tied with butchers twine of the day.
The shirts are intended to be worn year round to declare empathy for an extraordinary human sacrifice and indomitable human spirit.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Some weeks ago Nigella Lawson and Charles Saatchi asked their cab driver to make a U turn in order to pull up at our studio along Great Eastern Street as the display of Yukio Miyamoto's images on the t shirts grabbed their immediate attention. After looking at the tees, they were touched by the amazing artwork and mentioned that the Saatchi Gallery would be in touch. Indeed, Yukio's shirts are now available at The Saatchi Gallery.
You can buy these shirts at
WeAdmire Ltd
13-15 Great Eastern Street
London, EC2A 3EJ
England