Isaac Rosenberg

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

Isaac Rosenberg Poems

41. Creation 4/28/2012
42. At Night 4/28/2012
43. Ah, Koelue 4/12/2010
44. Of Any Old Man 4/12/2010
45. Marching (As Seen From The Left File) 4/12/2010
46. Soldier: Twentieth Century 4/12/2010
47. ‘a Worm Fed On The Heart Of Corinth' 4/12/2010
48. Spring 4/12/2010
49. The Troop Ship 4/12/2010
50. The Jew 1/3/2003
51. God 1/3/2003
52. On Receiving News Of The War 1/3/2003
53. The Immortals 1/3/2003
54. Louse Hunting 1/3/2003
55. August 1914 4/12/2010
56. In The Trenches 1/3/2003
57. Returning, We Hear The Larks 1/3/2003
58. Through These Pale Cold Days 1/3/2003
59. Break Of Day In The Trenches 1/3/2003
60. Dead Man's Dump 1/3/2003

Comments about Isaac Rosenberg

  • Muhammad nasir ali (7/19/2018 5:18:00 AM)

    786ahmadnasir@gmail.com

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • 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

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

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,

[Report Error]