Isaac Rosenberg

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

Girl To A Soldier On Leave - Poem by Isaac Rosenberg

Girl To A Soldier On Leave
Love! You love me — your eyes
Have looked through death at mine.
You have tempted a grave too much
I let you — I repine.

I love you - Titan lover,
My own storm-days Titan.
Greater than the son of Zeus,
I know whom I would choose.

Titan — my splendid rebel —
The old Prometheus
Wanes like a ghost before your power —
His pangs were joys to yours.

Pallid days arid and wan
Tied your soul fast.
Babel-cities smoky tops
Pressed upon your growth

Weary gyves. What were you
But a word in the brains ways,
Or the sleep of Circes swine.
One gyve holds you yet.

It held you hiddenly on the Somme
Tied from my heart at home.
O must it loosen now? — I wish
You were bound with the old gyves.

Love! you love me — your eyes
Have looked through death at mine.
You have tempted a grave too much.
I let you - I repine.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, November 25, 2011


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