Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RETURNING, WE HEAR THE LARKS, by ISAAC ROSENBERG Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Sombre the night is Last Line: Or her kisses where a serpent hides. Subject(s): Birds; Larks; Soldiers' Writings; World War I; Skylarks; First World War | ||||||||
Sombre the night is. And though we have our lives, we know What sinister threat lurks there. Dragging these anguished limbs, we only know This poison-blasted track opens on our camp -- On a little safe sleep. But hark! joy -- joy -- strange joy. Lo! heights of night ringing with unseen larks. Music showering our upturned list'ning faces. Death could drop from the dark As easily as song -- But song only dropped, Like a blind man's dreams on the sand By dangerous tides, Like a girl's dark hair for she dreams no ruin lies there, Or her kisses where a serpent hides. | 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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