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I am Miss Pancake Taylor. I have come from very far away to take care of my family Craig and Zita and Niamh and Emmet. Sometimes I have helpers; my friends the Blackthorn-Badgers. They are very old Scotsmen. I am very glad to meet you.

Friday, 16 November 2012

 Break of Day in the Trenches


    THE darkness crumbles away --
        it is the same old Druid time has 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 are ever dropping;
    But mine in my ear is safe,
    Just a little white with the dust.

        Isaac Rosenberg

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