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Isaac Rosenberg

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

August 1914


What in our lives is burnt
In the fire of this?
The heart’s dear granary?
The much we shall miss?

Three lives hath one life –
Iron, honey, gold.
The gold, the honey gone –
Left is the hard and cold.

Iron are our lives
Molten right through our youth.
A burnt space through ripe fields
A fair mouth’s broken tooth

Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010
Edited: Friday, November 25, 2011

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