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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ZERO, by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: O rosy red, o torrent splendour Last Line: It's plain we were born for this, naught else. Alternate Author Name(s): Blunden, Edmund Subject(s): World War I; First World War | |||
O ROSY red, O torrent splendour Staining all the Orient gloom, O celestial work of wonder -- A million mornings in one bloom! What, does the artist of creation Try some new plethora of flame, For his eye's fresh fascination? Has the old cosmic fire grown tame? In what subnatural strange awaking Is this body, which seems mine? These feet towards that blood-burst making, These ears which thunder, these hands which twine On grotesque iron? Icy-clear The air of a mortal day shocks sense, My shaking men pant after me here. The acid vapours hovering dense, The fury whizzing in dozens down, The clattering rafters, clods calcined, The blood in the flints and the trackway brown -- I see I am clothed and in my right mind; The dawn but hangs behind the goal. What is that artist's joy to me? Here limps poor Jock with a gash in the poll, His red blood now is the red I see, The swooning white of him, and that red! These bombs in boxes, the craunch of shells, The second-hand flitting round; ahead! It's plain we were born for this, naught else. | 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 ALMSWOMEN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |
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