Snow is a strange white word. <br />No ice or frost <br />Has asked of bud or bird <br />For Winter's cost. <br /> <br />Yet ice and frost and snow <br />From earth to sky <br />This Summer land doth know. <br />No man knows why. <br /> <br />In all men's hearts it is. <br />Some spirit old <br />Hath turned with malign kiss <br />Our lives to mould. <br /> <br />Red fangs have torn His face. <br />God's blood is shed. <br />He mourns from His lone place <br />His children dead. <br /> <br />O! ancient crimson curse! <br />Corrode, consume. <br />Give back this universe <br />Its pristine bloom.<br /><br />Isaac Rosenberg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-receiving-news-of-the-war/
