That morning when I heard that Manch was killed— Beneath the almond tree our company Was lined up for its bread and jam and coffee. I saw his sergeant, Aaron, passing by. I called to him; he told me...
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That morning when I heard that Manch was killed— Beneath the almond tree our company Was lined up for its bread and jam and coffee. I saw his sergeant, Aaron, passing by. I called to him; he told me...
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The Volunteer for Liberty, V2, no. 33, October 6, 1938 ARAGON BALLAD Francisco Franco, fascist chief, Of him is the story told, His “justice” fills the Aragon hills, His curse is manifold: He’s taken toll of the North and South The gore it reached far; And they tell the tale of his “charity”...
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Two Poems by Miles Tomalin The Volunteer for Liberty, V2, No. 35, November 7, 1938 TO ENGLAND From the English Dead We, who were English once had eyes and saw The savage greed of those who made this war Tear up from earth, like a hog loose in flowers So many lives as young...
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ALBA Chair Emeritus and prolific author Peter Carroll reckons with the passing of the Lincolns and their enduring legacy in his touching poem “And Counting” which he shared on Portside last week. Read the full poem here.
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Editor’s note: At the initiative of ALBA board member Chris Brooks, who maintains the online biographical database of US volunteers in Spain, the ALBA blog will be regularly posting interesting articles from historical issues of The Volunteer, annotated by Chris. Here we reproduce two poems written by Ida Gill in memory of Abraham Lincoln Brigade...
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Tomorrow evening I’ll join with / many others for a meeting of the / Revolutionary Poets Brigade. / The Brigade exists because you / fought in Spain, Nate Thornton.
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