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. Don Juans Song 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. In The Underworld 4/28/2012
18. Sleep 4/28/2012
19. Far Away 4/28/2012
20. A Girls Thoughts 4/28/2012
21. A Ballad Of Whitechapel 4/28/2012
22. Expression 4/28/2012
23. Dawn 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. Chagrin 4/28/2012
33. Daughters Of War 4/28/2012
34. The Dying Soldier 4/28/2012
35. From Night And Day 4/28/2012
36. Zion 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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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, ...

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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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