First World War Centenary
On the 11th November 2018, we reach the centenary year of World War One.
100 years since the end of conflict.
“On the centenary of the Armistice we will give thanks for peace and for those that returned, and remember the sacrifice of the 800,000 soldiers who died”
World War One poetry is one of my favourite genre’s, and its a subject I studied with the open university, so for the next 30 days (at 11:00 a.m. each day) my plan is to publish my favourite works from this period. please take a moment to comment, either on my Facebook page or my blog. let me know what your favourite World War One poem is, or any family stories etc…
Break of Day in the Trenches
By Isaac Rosenberg
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 man’s veins
Drop, and are ever dropping;
But mine in my ear is safe—
Just a little white with the dust.