Christmas 1915
Now is the midnight of the nations: dark
Even as death, beside her blood-dark seas,
Earth, like a mother in birth agonies,
Screams in her travail, and the planets hark
Her million-throated terror. Naked, stark
Her torso writhes enormous, and her knees
Shudder against the shadowed Pleiades
Wrenching the night’s imponderable arc.
Christ! What shall be delivered to the morn
Out of these pangs, if ever indeed another
Morn shall succeed this night, or this vast mother
Survive to know the blood-spent offspring, torn
From her racked flesh?— What splendour from the smother?
What new-wing’d world, or mangled god still-born?
~~
Percy MacKaye (1875-1956)
from A Treasury of War Poetry, 1917
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada and the United States]
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