Isaac Rosenberg

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

Isaac Rosenberg Poems

1. Hearts First Word. Ii 4/28/2012
2. Tess 4/28/2012
3. On A Lady Singing 4/28/2012
4. In Piccadi 4/28/2012
5. The Nun 4/28/2012
6. Don Juans Song 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. O, In A World Of Men And Women 4/28/2012
16. Sleep 4/28/2012
17. Far Away 4/28/2012
18. In The Underworld 4/28/2012
19. A Girls Thoughts 4/28/2012
20. A Ballad Of Whitechapel 4/28/2012
21. Expression 4/28/2012
22. Dawn 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. Home-Thoughts From France 4/28/2012
27. The Blind God 4/28/2012
28. Spring, 1916 4/28/2012
29. The Female God 4/28/2012
30. Chagrin 4/28/2012
31. Daughters Of War 4/28/2012
32. From Night And Day 4/28/2012
33. In War 4/28/2012
34. Zion 4/28/2012
35. Killed In Action 4/28/2012
36. The Dying Soldier 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

  • Gilly (1/25/2018 6:27:00 PM)

    Sad to see the comments below.

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  • 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

The Immortals

I killed them, but they would not die.
Yea! all the day and all the night
For them I could not rest or sleep,
Nor guard from them nor hide in flight.

Then in my agony I turned
And made my hands red in their gore.
In vain - for faster than I slew
They rose more cruel than before.

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