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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON RECEIVING [THE FIRST] NEWS OF THE WAR, by ISAAC ROSENBERG Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: Snow is a strange white word
Last Line: Its pristine bloom.
Subject(s): Soldiers' Writings; World War I; First World War
First Line: Snow is a strange white word
Last Line: Its pristine bloom.
Subject(s): Soldiers' Writings; World War I; First World War
Snow is a strange white word;
No ice or frost
Has asked of bud or bird
For Winter's cost.
Yet ice and frost and snow
From earth to sky
This Summer land doth know;
No man knows why.
In all men's hearts it is:
Some spirit old
Hath turned with malign kiss
Our lives to mould.
Red fangs have torn His face,
God's blood is shed:
He mourns from His lone place
His children dead.
O ancient crimson curse!
Corrode, consume;
Give back this universe
Its pristine bloom.
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