| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Marching | | By Isaac Rosenberg |
| | From “Trench Poems”
MY eyes catch ruddy necks | |
| Sturdily pressed back. | |
| All a red-brick moving glint, | |
| Like flaming pendulums, hands | |
| Swing across the khaki— | 5 |
| Mustard colored khaki— | |
| To the automatic feet. | |
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| We husband the ancient glory | |
| In these bared necks and hands. | |
| Not broke is the forge of Mars; | 10 |
| 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 | 15 |
| On strong eyes. | | | | |
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