Isaac Rosenberg

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

Isaac Rosenberg Poems

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

Comments about Isaac Rosenberg

  • Simon (10/1/2018 7:12:00 AM)

    Makes me feel sad and wants you to imagian what he went through

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  • Gilly (1/25/2018 6:27:00 PM)

    Sad to see the comments below.

  • Ellie (1/17/2018 9:55:00 AM)

    He's kinda boring ngl

  • Daniel Nunn Daniel Nunn (11/10/2017 9:34:00 AM)

    I wish my homework was on someone else.
    P.S. Glass of Jews please butler.

  • Da Boss (10/19/2016 6:55:00 AM)

    I really like this bloke we are gs. You should join our squad.

  • Azad Bongobasi Azad Bongobasi (4/16/2015 2:06:00 AM)

    hello poet, I like your poem. from bangladesh

Best Poem of Isaac Rosenberg

Break Of Day In The Trenches

The darkness crumbles away
It is the same old druid Time as ever,
Only a live thing leaps my hand,
A queer sardonic rat,
As I pull the parapet's poppy
To stick behind my ear.
Droll rat, they would shoot you if they knew
Your cosmopolitan sympathies,
Now you have touched this English hand
You will do the same to a German
Soon, no doubt, if it be your pleasure
To cross the sleeping green between.
It seems you inwardly grin as you pass
Strong eyes, fine limbs, haughty athletes,
Less chanced than you for life,
Bonds to the whims of murder, ...

Read the full of Break Of Day In The Trenches

Louse Hunting

Nudes -- stark and glistening,
Yelling in lurid glee. Grinning faces
And raging limbs
Whirl over the floor one fire.
For a shirt verminously busy
Yon soldier tore from his throat, with oaths
Godhead might shrink at, but not the lice.
And soon the shirt was aflare
Over the candle he'd lit while we lay.

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