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Rosenberg, Isaac - On Receiving the First News of the War
Identifier
013327
Type of Spiritual Experience
Background
Nash - The Bridge over the Arras-Lens Railway
A description of the experience
On Receiving the First 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 mens 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
It's pristine bloom.