Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SPRING, 1916, by ISAAC ROSENBERG Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Slow, rigid, is this masquerade Last Line: Spring! God pity your mood! Subject(s): Soldiers' Writings; World War I; First World War | ||||||||
Slow, rigid, is this masquerade That passes as through a difficult air: Heavily -- heavily passes. What has she fed on? Who her table laid Through the three seasons? What forbidden fare Ruined her as a mortal lass is? I played with her two years ago, Who might be now her own sister in stone; So altered from her May mien, When round the pink a necklace of warm snow Laughed to her throat where my mouth's touch had gone. How is this, ruined Queen? Who lured her vivid beauty so To be that strained chill thing that moves So ghastly midst her young brood Of pregnant shoots that she for men did grow? Where are the strong men who made these their loves? Spring! God pity your mood! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...D'ANNUNZIO by ERNEST HEMINGWAY 1915: THE TRENCHES by CONRAD AIKEN TO OUR PRESIDENT by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE HORSES by KATHARINE LEE BATES CHILDREN OF THE WAR by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE U-BOAT CREWS by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE RED CROSS NURSE by KATHARINE LEE BATES WAR PROFITS by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE UNCHANGEABLE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A BALLAD OF WHITECHAPEL by ISAAC ROSENBERG |
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