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. Isolation : A Fragment 4/28/2012
11. My Days 4/28/2012
12. First Fruit 4/28/2012
13. A Mood 4/28/2012
14. Song 4/28/2012
15. The Burning Of The Temple 4/28/2012
16. The Female God 4/28/2012
17. Sleep 4/28/2012
18. Far Away 4/28/2012
19. A Girls Thoughts 4/28/2012
20. Chagrin 4/28/2012
21. Dawn 4/28/2012
22. Expression 4/28/2012
23. A Ballad Of Whitechapel 4/28/2012
24. In War 4/28/2012
25. If You Are Fire 4/28/2012
26. Wedded 4/28/2012
27. The Destruction Of Jerusalem By The Babylonian Hordes 4/28/2012
28. The Blind God 4/28/2012
29. Killed In Action 4/28/2012
30. Home-Thoughts From France 4/28/2012
31. Spring, 1916 4/28/2012
32. Daughters Of War 4/28/2012
33. The Dying Soldier 4/28/2012
34. From Night And Day 4/28/2012
35. Zion 4/28/2012
36. In The Underworld 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

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    Sad to see the comments below.

  • Ellie (1/17/2018 9:55:00 AM)

    He's kinda boring ngl

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

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

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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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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,

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