- raw-seamedadjectiveChapter 1 →
Describing fabric whose seams are unfinished and rough, chafing against the skin. Here it emphasises the soldier's physical discomfort and the harsh, unrefined reality of military life.
“In raw-seamed hot khaki, his sweat heavy”
- khakinounChapter 1 →
A dull yellowish-brown cloth used to make military uniforms. The word signals immediately that the speaker is a soldier dressed for combat.
“In raw-seamed hot khaki, his sweat heavy”
- clodsnounChapter 1 →
Lumps of earth or mud on a ploughed field. Running over them makes every step uneven and exhausting, adding to the soldier's stumbling panic.
“Stumbling across a field of clods towards a green hedge”
- dazzledverbChapter 1 →
Flashed with an intense, blinding light. Here the hedge 'dazzles' because muzzle flashes from enemy rifles light it up in rapid bursts.
“That dazzled with rifle fire.”
- bayonetnounChapter 1 →
A long steel blade fixed to the muzzle of a rifle so the weapon can be used as a spear in close combat. It is the central image of the poem's brutal, face-to-face violence.
- etceteraChapter 1 →
A Latin phrase meaning 'and the rest' or 'and so on,' used to extend a list. Hughes uses it dismissively, suggesting these patriotic ideals are so hollow they are not even worth naming fully.
“King, honour, human dignity, etcetera / Dropped like luxuries in a yelling alarm.”
- luxuriesnounChapter 1 →
Things that are pleasant or desirable but not essential for survival. The poem treats patriotic ideals as luxuries — fine in peacetime but instantly abandoned when death is near.
“King, honour, human dignity, etcetera / Dropped like luxuries in a yelling alarm.”
- yelling alarmphraseChapter 1 →
A state of screaming, frantic panic. It captures the overwhelming noise and terror of the battlefield at the moment the soldier's ideals collapse.
“Dropped like luxuries in a yelling alarm.”
- threshingadjectiveChapter 1 →
Thrashing or flailing violently and uncontrollably. Borrowed from the agricultural process of beating grain, it describes the hare's desperate, convulsing movements as it writhes in agony.
“And crawled in a threshing circle, its mouth wide”
- rolled like a flamephraseChapter 1 →
Tumbled and twisted with the flickering, uncontrolled motion of fire. The comparison links the hare's bright colour and writhing movement to something burning and consuming itself.
“A yellow hare that rolled like a flame”
Bayonet ChargeShort story by Ted Hughes