Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
MarchingIsaac Rosenberg
From “Trench Poems”
M
Sturdily pressed back.
All a red-brick moving glint,
Like flaming pendulums, hands
Swing across the khaki—
Mustard colored khaki—
To the automatic feet.
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.