Isaac Rosenberg was one of six children born to Russian Jewish immigrants in London in November of 1890. He is known as an English poet, a Jewish poet, a war poet and a poet-painter. His career was cut short by The Great War and his body of work is thus thin. Many scholars believe the work he left behind was flawed but showed great promise had he been able to continue. Rosenberg fought in the war and was killed on April 1, 1918 in the Battle of Arras. His final poems written during his time in the fields of France have shown the potential for greatness which he was never able to fully realize.
“The tragedy of war gave [his] affinities full expression in his later poems, and as war became the universe of his poetry, the power of his Jewish roots and the classical themes became the sources of his moral vision as well as his poetic achievement.” – Thomas Staley, Dictionary of Literary Biography. Here is his poem: Break of Day In the Trenches:
Break Of Day In the Trenches
The darkness crumbles away–
It is the same old druid Time as ever.
Only a live thing leaps my hand–
A queer sardonic rat–
As I pull the parapet’s poppy
To stick behind my ear.
Droll rat, they would shoot you if they knew
Your cosmopolitan sympathies.
Now you have touched this English hand
You will do the same to a German–
Soon, no doubt, if it be your pleasure
To cross the sleeping green between.
It seems you inwardly grin as you pass
Strong eyes, fine limbs, haughty athletes
Less chanced than you for life,
Bonds to the whims of murder,
Sprawled in the bowels of the earth,
The torn fields of France.
What do you see in our eyes
At the shrieking iron and flame
Hurled through still heavens?
What quaver– what heart aghast?
Poppies whose roots are in man’s veins
Drop, and we are ever dropping;
But mine in my ear is safe,
Just a little white with dust.
Header image: Self portrait 1915, Isaac Rosenberg
Powerful! ‘Poppies whose roots are in mans veins’ – wow!
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Those red poppies proved to be quite symbolic for the men in those fields. I was really taken with this poem. And the poet’s story is so sad…
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It is indeed.
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Unfortunately, his life was cut short. This made me think how many other great writers or future doctors, scientists, were lost to this and other wars.
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I know, a lost generation…
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Infinite potential, destroyed once again by war. “Where Have All the Flowers Gone?” Do you recall that song, Meg?
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No, I’m not familiar with it! I’ll have to look it up. And yes, the lost generation. Such a tragedy
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I thought you might be too young to recall the words to that song – it was sung by Peter, Paul and Mary…I think you’ll love it.
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Thank you! I will be sure to have a listen!
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Beautiful. I think sometimes it can be easy to forget the loss of art amongst the many tragedies of war, so it’s good to be reminded every once in a while!
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Thank you, Claire. I completely agree!
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this is amazing, Meg!! Very wonderful, thank you for sharing this… ❤
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You’re welcome. A poet who lived and died in the war…
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This is a very powerful story.
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And so sad…
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imagine what the birds see in us all
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If they have the capacity, they would think us mad. And they would be right.
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they have
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Man, that’s powerful stuff. Can’t imagine what it was like to suffer through that. 😕
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Neither can I. This is just a glimpse of what might have been, too. What might he have done had he survived? So much loss…
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Terrible. Senseless. Just a waste. No human should ever be considered dispensable, like pawns on a chess board. 😕
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No they should not. But human leaders seem to have the capacity to sink to new depths to achieve their aims.
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And we just continue to let it happen. Really sad. 😕
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That is for sure.
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I’d never heard it before. Very powerful.
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Yes, this poem really stuck with me. And such a loss. What would he have done with his life?
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It’s very upsetting. We’ll never know.
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Do you know the artist William Orpen btw?
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No, I’ll have to look him up.
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Forgive the link. It’s not to my blog. I saw it here when i was writing about the Somme. https://www.iwm.org.uk/history/5-things-you-need-to-know-about-the-battle-of-the-somme
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No apologies! I’m always eager to find more information about the war. Thank you.
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It seemed in better colour there than from other sources. His other stuff too.
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It reminds me just a little of Paul Nash and Max Beckmann
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Such a dark universe it was. Powerful stuff, Meg.
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Yes, indeed. Thanks, Rob.
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THANKS FOR THIS MEG. Isaac Rosenberg was always my favourite war poet, and a wonderful person… more people should be made aware of him
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You’re very welcome. This particular poem hit me hard. So very powerful and visual. Such a tragic loss.
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So very sad. And have we learned anything since then? Sometimes I wonder…
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It’s very sad. Yes, keep making the same mistakes over and over again…
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