August 1914 Poem by Isaac Rosenberg

August 1914

Rating: 2.7


What in our lives is burnt
In the fire of this?
The heart’s dear granary?
The much we shall miss?

Three lives hath one life –
Iron, honey, gold.
The gold, the honey gone –
Left is the hard and cold.

Iron are our lives
Molten right through our youth.
A burnt space through ripe fields
A fair mouth’s broken tooth

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard F. Asuncion 03 April 2017

Heart's dear granary.... thanks for posting...

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Ratnakar Mandlik 03 April 2017

The gold, honey gone Left is the hard and cold.

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Paul Amrod 03 April 2017

Even heavier than Keith Reed of the Procol Harum!

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Savita Tyagi 03 April 2017

Excellent poem of poetic beauty. Thanks for sharing.

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Edward Kofi Louis 03 April 2017

Through our youth! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Tom Allport 03 April 2017

a poem that is hard as iron with broken dreams in tow? ............superbly written.

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