Poem by Isaac Rosenberg

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. 

1. Soldier: Twentieth Century
2. The Dying Soldier
3. The Dead Heroes
4. The Song of Tel the Nubian
5. Marching

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