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

Comments about Isaac Rosenberg

  • Gilly (1/25/2018 6:27:00 PM)

    Sad to see the comments below.

    3 person liked.
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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

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 ...

Read the full of Dead Man's Dump

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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