Poems from Spain: British and Irish International Brigaders on the Spanish Civil WarEdited by
This is the first poetry anthology solely devoted to poems written by International Brigade volunteers. Fully illustrated and with extensive notes, the collection conveys the idealism and anguish felt by the men and women who risked their lives to defend democracy against the rise of fascism in Europe.
most moving, inspirational collection of poetry I have read in many years
… What is it about the International Brigaders that makes their memory and
the recall of their political humanity so relevant today? Courage, a loyalty
to the best within us, a political imagination that thinks with the heart:
the list is long. These qualities shine from this collection, which ought
to be required reading in every school.’
‘their story has often been told by historians but the poetry in this volume takes us further, providing a hint of the emotional cost of their commitment to the anti-fascist cause.' Paul Preston
‘This moving collection of evocative poetry is a fitting tribute to those who had the bravery and foresight to join the battle against fascism in Spain.’ Billy Bragg
Jim Jump is a London-based journalist and trustee of the International Brigade Memorial Trust. He is the son of a British International Brigader and a Spanish Republican refugee.
shall we find you, George Brown?
We shall find you laughing in the mountains of Guadarrama
When we come back.
We shall find you at Teruel
When there’s dancing in the streets.
We shall find you again in the streets of Madrid,
When Manchester and Brunete
And Villanueva de la Cañada have become
One and the same.
We shall come again, lorry after lorry, man after man,
In extended order, marching forward,
To find you where we left you,
Always George Brown.
Glory! What a day that’ll be,
What a day of wonder!
Every man will be a poet then
And every poet be free of his poetry;
Finding no song is made
For such a morning!
closely even this urban circle
Nightingales chant, the darkwood night
Is inlaid with ivory song, while
Towards the white air of tomorrow
Rises in slow spiral the sleep of thirty men.
All the floor¹s a bed,
The straw, the smell, the kaleidoscopic cockroaches
Never ravel the curtain of their snores.
Lying here, your lovers and your haters
Are not the men, those men, you knew,
The nightingales throw music over the hour¹s edge
In falls of ambling volume: they¹ll outlive the town
To be for many thousand years the same
As on those thousands of midnights falling
Before Keats heard their enchanted summons.
We, within our short tomorrow,
Will have climbed into the violent ring of powder
Among guns¹ stream of venom and saw-edged fighting moods,
There where there¹s a new world¹s door to knock on.
These men are proud,
Not all the world, though it knows a nightingale,
Knows us who hear above all songs
The steps of an old world going.
Published in Association with International Brigades Memorial Trust
|December 1936, Spain
Sunrise in the Pyrenees, May 1937
Full Moon at Tierz Before the
Storming of Huesca
'Like molten gold the sun on high'
Beauty Is Found To Be Ugly
A Letter from Aragon
Marching Song of the 2nd Company
of the British Battalion
'I have stood to upon some lousy dawns'
The Battalion Goes Forward
On Guard for Liberty
A Dying Comrade's Farewell to his Sweetheart
To Margot Heinemann
Battle of Jarama 1937
The Tolerance of Crows
''Twas postwar stalemate period'
Valley of Jarama
Thinking of Artolas
A Moment of War
Who Wants War?
12 July 1937, An Ode to My Comrades
Brunete Wings Overhead
Sun over the Front
Poem in the Summer of 1937
'Rest, I will know your all-pervading calm'
Lull in War
Down the Road
Full Moon over Barcelona, 1938
To a Fallen Comrade
International Brigade Dead
To England from the English Dead
Spain, May 1st, 1938
Song of the Night Market
'The dead have no regrets'
The Hour Glass(1)
On the Statue of the Virgin
Salud, Brigade - Salud!
I Sing of my Comrades
'I wept the day that Barcelona fell'
In an Olive Grove
For Antonio Tessaro of Padua,
Missing in Aragon
1938 Fighter Pilot
For Spain and for Sam Wild
Letter from the Underworld
'Have we no Dante for to-day's Aquinas?'
Hasta la Vista, Madrid!
Return to Spain
I Wish I Were Back…
'The deserters, all three, complaining'
'I have lived in a time of heroes'
James R Jump
James R Jump
Lorenzo Varela (translated by Lon Elliott)
James R Jump
James R Jump
Hugh Sloan Joe Monks James R Jump
Paperback, 128pp, All rights
ISBN: 1905007396 July