Isaac Rosenberg

(25 November 1890 – 1 April 1918 / Bristol / England)

Isaac Rosenberg Poems

1. Don Juans Song 4/28/2012
2. Hearts First Word. Ii 4/28/2012
3. O, In A World Of Men And Women 4/28/2012
4. Tess 4/28/2012
5. On A Lady Singing 4/28/2012
6. In Piccadi 4/28/2012
7. The Nun 4/28/2012
8. The One Lost 4/28/2012
9. Hearts First Word. I. 4/28/2012
10. A Question 4/28/2012
11. First Fruit 4/28/2012
12. Isolation : A Fragment 4/28/2012
13. My Days 4/28/2012
14. The Female God 4/28/2012
15. The Burning Of The Temple 4/28/2012
16. Song 4/28/2012
17. A Mood 4/28/2012
18. A Girls Thoughts 4/28/2012
19. Far Away 4/28/2012
20. Chagrin 4/28/2012
21. Sleep 4/28/2012
22. In The Underworld 4/28/2012
23. Wedded 4/28/2012
24. The Destruction Of Jerusalem By The Babylonian Hordes 4/28/2012
25. If You Are Fire 4/28/2012
26. In War 4/28/2012
27. Dawn 4/28/2012
28. Expression 4/28/2012
29. A Ballad Of Whitechapel 4/28/2012
30. Home-Thoughts From France 4/28/2012
31. Killed In Action 4/28/2012
32. The Blind God 4/28/2012
33. Spring, 1916 4/28/2012
34. Daughters Of War 4/28/2012
35. The Dying Soldier 4/28/2012
36. From Night And Day 4/28/2012
37. Zion 4/28/2012
38. Beauty 4/28/2012
39. A Careless Heart 4/28/2012
40. Girl To A Soldier On Leave 4/12/2010
Best Poem of Isaac Rosenberg

Dead Man's Dump

The plunging limbers over the shattered track
Racketed with their rusty freight,
Stuck out like many crowns of thorns,
And the rusty stakes like sceptres old
To stay the flood of brutish men
Upon our brothers dear.

The wheels lurched over sprawled dead
But pained them not, though their bones crunched,
Their shut mouths made no moan.
They lie there huddled, friend and foeman,
Man born of man, and born of woman,
And shells go crying over them
From night till night and now.

Earth has waited for them,
All the time of their growth
Fretting for ...

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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 shrunk power,
On shy and maimed, on women wrung awry,
He lay, a bullying hulk, to crush them more.
But when one, fearless, turned and clawed like bronze,
Cringing was easy to blunt these stern paws,

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