Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FROM A TRENCH, by MAUD ANNA BELL First Line: Out here the dogs of war run loose Last Line: Because we're here in hell. Subject(s): Women & War; World War I; First World War | ||||||||
OUT here the dogs of war run loose, Their whipper-in is Death; Across the spoilt and battered fields We hear their sobbing breath. The fields where grew the living corn Are heavy with our dead; Yet still the fields at home are green And I have heard it said: That There are crocuses at Nottingham! Wild crocuses at Nottingham! Blue crocuses at Nottingham! Though here the grass is red. There are little girls at Nottingham Who do not dread the Boche, Young girls at school at Nottingham (Lord! how I need a wash!). There are little boys at Nottingham Who never hear a gun; There are silly fools at Nottingham Who think we're here for fun. When There are crocuses at Nottingham! Young crocus buds at Nottingham! Thousands of buds at Nottingham Ungathered by the Hun. But here we trample down the grass Into a purple slime; There lives no tree to give the birds House room in pairing-time. We live in holes, like cellar rats, But through the noise and smell I often see those crocuses Of which the people tell. Why! There are crocuses at Nottingham! Bright crocuses at Nottingham! Real crocuses at Nottingham! Because we're here in Hell. | 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 BIT OF SKY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |
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