Caricamento in corso...

In the Trenches

I snatched two poppies
From the parapet’€™s ledge,
Two bright red poppies
That winked on the ledge.
Behind my ear
I stuck one through,
One blood red poppy
I gave to you.
 
The sandbags narrowed
And screwed out our jest,
And tore the poppy
You had on your breast...
Down– a shell– O! Christ,
I am choked... safe... dust blind, I
See trench floor poppies
Strewn. Smashed you lie.
Altre opere di Isaac Rosenberg...



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