|
|
Classic and Contemporary Poetry
VICTORY, by RUPERT BROOKE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: All night the ways of heaven were desolate Last Line: Thundered the black battalions of the gods. Subject(s): Soldiers' Writings | |||
All night the ways of Heaven were desolate, Long roads across a gleaming empty sky. Outcast and doomed and driven, you and I, Alone, serene beyond all love or hate, Terror or triumph, were content to wait, We, silent and all-knowing. Suddenly Swept through the heaven low-crouching from on high, One horseman, downward to the earth's low gate. Oh, perfect from the ultimate height of living, Lightly we turned, through wet woods blossom-hung, Into the open. Down the supernal roads, With plumes a-tossing, purple flags far flung, Rank upon rank, unbridled, unforgiving, Thundered the black battalions of the Gods. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DON JUAN'S SONG by ISAAC ROSENBERG HEART'S FIRST WORD (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG IN PICCADILLY by ISAAC ROSENBERG IN THE UNDERWORLD by ISAAC ROSENBERG NIGHT AND DAY: 1. IN THE WORKSHOP by ISAAC ROSENBERG KILLED IN ACTION by ISAAC ROSENBERG LOVE AND LUST by ISAAC ROSENBERG MIDSUMMER FROST (1) by ISAAC ROSENBERG 1914: 1. PEACE by RUPERT BROOKE |
| |