Category Archives: Isaac Rosenberg

Poem – God

In his malodorous brain what slugs and mire, Lanthorned in his oblique eyes, guttering burned! His body lodged a rat where men nursed souls. The world flashed grape-green eyes of a foiled cat To him. On fragments of an old … Continue reading

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Poem – Girl To A Soldier On Leave

Love! You love me — your eyes Have looked through death at mine. You have tempted a grave too much I let you — I repine. I love you – Titan lover, My own storm-days Titan. Greater than the son … Continue reading

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Poem – First Fruits

I did not pluck at all, And I am sorry now : The garden is not barred But the boughs are heavy with snow, The flake-blossoms thickly fall And the hid roots sigh, ‘How long will our flowers be marred … Continue reading

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Poem – Far Away 

By what pale light or moon-pale shore Drifts my soul in lonely flight ? Regions God had floated o’er Ere He touched the world with light ? Not in Heaven and not in earth Is this water, is this moon … Continue reading

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Poem – Expression 

Call-call–and bruise the air : Shatter dumb space! Yea! We will ding this passion everywhere ; Leaving no place For the superb and grave Magnificent throng, The pregnant queens of quietness that brave And edge our song Of wonder at … Continue reading

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Poem – Dawn 

O tender first cold flush of rose, O budded dawn, wake dreamily ; Your dim lips as your lids unclose Murmur your own sad threnody. 0 as the soft and frail lights break Upon your eyelids, and your eyes Wider … Continue reading

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Poem – Daughters of War

Space beats the ruddy freedom of their limbs, Their naked dances with man’s spirit naked By the root side of the tree of life (The under side of things And shut from earth’s profoundest eyes). I saw in prophetic gleams … Continue reading

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