Marching-as seen from the left file
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Marching-as seen from the left file
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Description
My eyes catch ruddy necks
Sturdily pressed back---
All a red brick moving glint.
Like flaming pendulums, hands
Swing across the khaki---
Mustard-coloured khaki---
To the automatic feet.
We husband the ancient glory
In these bared necks and hands.
Not broke is the forge of Mars;
But a subtler brain beats iron
To shoe the hoofs of death
(Who paws dynamic air now).
Blind fingers loose an iron cloud
To rain immortal darkness
On strong eyes.
Sturdily pressed back---
All a red brick moving glint.
Like flaming pendulums, hands
Swing across the khaki---
Mustard-coloured khaki---
To the automatic feet.
We husband the ancient glory
In these bared necks and hands.
Not broke is the forge of Mars;
But a subtler brain beats iron
To shoe the hoofs of death
(Who paws dynamic air now).
Blind fingers loose an iron cloud
To rain immortal darkness
On strong eyes.
Identifier
3286.txt
Creator
Rosenberg, Isaac (1890-1918)
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Date
1977
Date Created
1977-01-01
Temporal Coverage
1977-12-31
Type
Poem
Publisher
The First World War Poetry Digital Archive
