Veterans Day 2012: Isaac Rosenberg
On Receiving News of the 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. Isaac Rosenberg was a poet whose work was admired by Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot. However, he was killed in the Great War and not much of his work remains. There is still no American World War I memorial. There is a museum, but no memorial. I thought this picture was quite touching, but I feel disrespectful including it in my post, so I'll just link to it.