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Dead Man's Dump Analysis



Author: poem of Isaac Rosenberg Type: poem Views: 12

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The plunging limbers over the shattered track

Racketed with their rusty freight,

Stuck out like many crowns of thorns,

And the rusty stakes like sceptres old

To stay the flood of brutish men

Upon our brothers dear.



The wheels lurched over sprawled dead

But pained them not, though their bones crunched;

Their shut mouths made no moan,

They lie there huddled, friend and foeman,

Man born of man, and born of woman,

And shells go crying over them

From night till night and now.



Earth has waited for them,

All the time of their growth

Fretting for their decay:

Now she has them at last!

In the strength of her strength

Suspended—stopped and held.



What fierce imaginings their dark souls lit

Earth! Have they gone into you?

Somewhere they must have gone,

And flung on your hard back

Is their souls' sack,

Emptied of God-ancestralled essences.

Who hurled them out? Who hurled?



None saw their spirits' shadow shake the grass,

Or stood aside for the half-used life to pass

Out of those doomed nostrils and the doomed mouth,

When the swift iron burning bee

Drained the wild honey of their youth.



What of us, who flung on the shrieking pyre,

Walk, our usual thoughts untouched,

Our lucky limbs as on ichor fed,

Immortal seeming ever?

Perhaps when the flames beat loud on us,

A fear may choke in our veins

And the startled blood may stop.



The air is loud with death,

The dark air spurts with fire,

The explosions ceaseless are.

Timelessly now, some minutes past,

These dead strode time with vigorous life,

Till the shrapnel called "an end!"

But not to all. In bleeding pangs

Some borne on stretchers dreamed of home,

Dear things, war-blotted from their hearts.



A man's brains splattered on

A stretcher-bearer's face;

His shook shoulders slipped their load,

But when they bent to look again

The drowning soul was sunk too deep

For human tenderness.



They left this dead with the older dead,

Stretched at the cross roads.

Burnt black by strange decay,

Their sinister faces lie

The lid over each eye,

The grass and coloured clay

More motion have than they,

Joined to the great sunk silences.



Here is one not long dead;

His dark hearing caught our far wheels,

And the choked soul stretched weak hands

To reach the living word the far wheels said,

The blood-dazed intelligence beating for light,

Crying through the suspense of the far torturing wheels

Swift for the end to break,

Or the wheels to break,

Cried as the tide of the world broke over his sight.



Will they come? Will they ever come?

Even as the mixed hoofs of the mules,

The quivering-bellied mules,

And the rushing wheels all mixed

With his tortured upturned sight.

So we crashed round the bend,

We heard his weak scream,

We heard his very last sound,

And our wheels grazed his dead face.






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To say this poem is brutal is an extreme understatement. Rosenburg uses vivid imagery to the max to hit acrss the point of the horrors of war. For example, “ a man’s brains splattered”, is very intense. He purpously uses this and makes sure not to hold back. The war didn’t hold back or censor out any thing so why should he. He also captures the thoughts of soldiers in the war. “Dead Man’s Dump” pretty much sums up the poem. The title really gives life to the poem and works as foreshadowing. This describes the trenches and how soldiers had to use them as sandbags. Also soldiers had to make themselves dead inside so they could endure all they saw and all the bodies that they had to trample over.

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