World War I, or the “Great War,” transformed the military as we know it. It was a time of great technological advancement, along with the invention of trench warfare. England entered the war full of pride and with the idea of fighting to uphold “morality;” however, many involved in the war quickly became disillusioned and cynical of the effort. The general public also had a skewed view of the war as the media rallied around the likes of Rupert Brooke—who idealized the fight (although he never saw battle himself)—and the contrasting steady increase of the number of people reported dead.
With poems like “The Great Lover” and “The Soldier,” Brooke quickly became idealized by the English population. Even though, as I mentioned earlier, he never saw combat himself (he died of blood poisoning on the trip overseas), he is known as one of the greatest War poets. His works contrast greatly with those of Sassoon, Own, and Rosenberg, whose poetry harshly described the conditions of the war. In Brooke’s “The Soldier,” he immortalizes a soldier, giving him a respectable death and burial:
“If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is forever England. There shall be
In the rich earth a richer dust concealed” (page 1098, lines 1-4).
Brooke reveres the soldier as a man of England—not stating how he died, or who buried him, but only revering that the soldier died as an English man with English morality.
This greatly contrasts with Rosenberg’s “Dead Man Dump.” In his poem, Rosenberg more accurately describes who the dead were treated: “The wheels lurched over sprawled dead / But pained them not, though their bones crunched” (page 1104, lines 7-8). Here the death are not buried peacefully, not ever set aside with dignity, but rather are walked upon and rolled over with the men’s vehicles. Rosenberg also frankly describes what happened to those who die before receiving proper medical treatment:
“A man’s brains splattered on
A stretcher-bear’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” (page 1105, lines 55-62).
Rosenberg does not leave out any gory detail in describing the death and subsequent dumping of this soldier. As before, this greatly contrasts with Brooke’s gentle poem, immortalizing the cause of the war.
While eventually the public were disillusioned of the war, this took well until the end of the war to occur. It also left a general distrust of the so-called morality and the government which would last and secure the emergence of Modernism.