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.