Break of Day in the Trenches
The darkness crumbles away—
It is the same old druid Time as ever.
Only a live thing leaps my hand—
A queer sardonic rat—
As I pull the parapet’s poppy
To stick behind my ear.
Droll rat, they would shoot you if they knew
Your cosmopolitan sympathies.
Now you have touched this English hand
You will do the same to a German—
Soon, no doubt, if it be your pleasure
To cross the sleeping green between.
It seems you inwardly grin as you pass
Strong eyes, fine limbs, haughty athletes
Less chanced than you for life,
Bonds to the whims of murder,
Sprawled in the bowels of the earth,
The torn fields of France.
What do you see in our eyes
At the shrieking iron and flame
Hurled through still heavens?
What quaver—what heart aghast?
Poppies whose roots are in men’s veins
Drop, and are ever dropping;
But mine in my ear is safe,
Just a little white with the dust.
Isaac Rosenberg (1890–1918)
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Date: July 14th, 2007 11:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: July 14th, 2007 11:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: July 14th, 2007 04:21 pm (UTC)Rosenberg is always included in anthologies of so-called 'First World War' poetry, but otherwise is somewhat neglected, I think. This is one of his best poems.
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Date: July 14th, 2007 04:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: July 14th, 2007 08:42 pm (UTC)It wants setting to music.
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Date: July 15th, 2007 09:28 am (UTC)There is another setting here (http://groups.msn.com/acousticmusiciansandpoetssoundarchive/poetrysounds.msnw?action=get_message&mview=1&ID_Message=153), with online music file, but you have to be signed up as an MSN user to access it.