FROM FRANCE by ISAAC ROSENBERG
The spirit drank the CafÃ© lights; All the hot life that glittered there, And heard men say to women gay, 'Life is just so in France'.
The spirit dreams of CafÃ© lights, And golden faces and soft tones, And hears men groan to broken men, 'This is not Life in France'.
Heaped stones and a charred signboard shows With grass between and dead folk under, And some birds sing, while the spirit takes wing. And this is life in France.
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|Author||Rosenberg, Isaac (1890-1918)|
|Copyright||The Isaac Rosenberg Literary Estate. Preliminaries and editorial matter omitted.|
|First line||The spirit drank the cafŽ lights|
|Publication source||The Collected Poems of Isaac Rosenberg|
|Publication editor||Bottomley, Gordon and Harding, Denys|
|Publishers||Chatto Windus Ltd.|
|Digital repository||The First World War Poetry Digital Archive|