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Litonline Introduction to Literature |
NANCY LANG
Break of Day in the Trenches
Hypermedia Edition
We are introduced to this web site by a poem written by a
front-line soldier from World War I, Isaac Rosenberg.
My first impression comes from the poem itself. The first
time I read the poem, I could sense the poet's bitterness about the war and his
participation. Yet, he also has a strong sense of irony. From the perspective
of a rat, he pauses to consider a reversal of the situation. The rat can easily pass
between the English and German lines unscathed. It has a better chance of survival
than these strong athletes. This first impression is purely a
gut level reaction to the writers situation. It is easy to feel
his pain and sympathize with his situation.
My second impression comes from reading about Isaac
Rosenbergs life. I read about his education and his health. What
interested me most was how irony played a big part in his life. Perhaps that enabled
him to write about it. It seems his entire life was plagued with ill health.
He even left England to live in South Africa for health reasons. Though ill health
was his enemy his whole life, what killed him was a bullet from another enemy, a
German. Another ironic situation in his life revolved around his education. He
studied and apprenticed in the arts of engraving and lithography. He was able to
have work exhibited, but did not experience much success. It took the war to bring
out his true talents as a poet. This is what he will be remembered for.
A third impression comes from the information about the war
itself. Only through this background information can we get a true idea of how
horrific this war must have been. Physical conditions were appalling. They had to
contend with diseases, flies, lice, mud, freezing winters, mud-drenched springs,
etc. What is truly amazing is the lack of tactical progress this trench warfare
allowed. It is interesting to note that, even under attack and threat of death,
human nature is such that ones own physical pains still seem to be the overriding
issues. Rosenberg discussed this while bemoaning the agony of his bad
heels.
The fourth impression comes from the other poems included in this
website. They further define the agony of the war. Some describe the horror of
a soldiers death (Dead Mans Dump); others the pain of surviving
(Inspection and Exposure); yet others are able to bring out some humor
(Louse Hunting and The Immortals). They also are included to
help in understanding Rosenbergs poem. The article states that many of these
World War I poets were heavily influenced by metaphysical poets. An example is a
poem by John Donne, The Flea. The topic is different, though, Donne's idea of
courtship varies from the idea of a creature that can easily cross boundaries a human
cannot. Each poem uses a creature usually held in disdain, one that has extremely
negative connotations: worthless as the article suggests.
So my final impression comes from re-reading the poem, with a new
insight from this newly acquired knowledge. Still, the appreciation of the irony is
there, along with the overall sense of pain and anger. But I understand the
symbolism better. The main vehicles Rosenberg uses for symbolism are the rat, the
poppy, and the white dust. The article reminds us that a rat is a
demonic creature. This poem gives opposite qualities to the rat; here it
seems almost intelligent. It seems to understand the significance of the
situation. The men are in the trenches, huddled together in the muck and mire like
rats. Their lives (many short-lived) have little value. The rat is the one
viewing the situation in almost wonderment at their unnatural terror. It is free to
roam the green unscathed and is more likely to survive than many of the soldiers. In
this war, the rat surely is not the demon. Perhaps war has turned the soldiers into
demons. Certainly the soldiers main function is to kill.
A poppy is the next major symbol. It is discussed how the
poppy placed behind the poets ear reminds us where a bullet would enter if he
should stick his head above the parapet. The color of the poppy (red) is a
chilling symbol of the blood that has been spilled. The poppies have been nourished
on the blood of the dead (this articles states that is a common fantasy about
poppies). The poppy behind the soldiers ear has been picked, so it is
dying. It is dying just as the soldiers will die. For the moment, though, it
is in a safe place (as long as he keeps his head down.)
Finally, the poet speaks of the dust. It is the dust of a
hot summer. It is ashen. It is the color one finds when all the life has been
drained. There is already a little on the poppy. It reminds us that no matter
how vibrant life is, it will eventually drain away. This is the final impression of
the poem. I am left with a foreboding. I feel that this poppy is safe for only
a fleeting moment. It makes me fear the poet is also safe for only a little
while. I am left with a sense of impending death. Initially, I felt only the
pain and bitterness of the author, now I feel deep sadness.
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