Isaac Rosenberg

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

Returning, We Hear The Larks

Poem by Isaac Rosenberg

Sombre the night is.
And though we have our lives, we know
What sinister threat lies there.

Dragging these anguished limbs, we only know
This poison-blasted track opens on our camp -
On a little safe sleep.

But hark! joy - joy - strange joy.
Lo! heights of night ringing with unseen larks.
Music showering our upturned list’ning faces.

Death could drop from the dark
As easily as song -
But song only dropped,
Like a blind man’s dreams on the sand
By dangerous tides,
Like a girl’s dark hair for she dreams no ruin lies there,
Or her kisses where a serpent hides.


Comments about Returning, We Hear The Larks by Isaac Rosenberg

  • Aarif (8/28/2019 5:54:00 AM)

    I hate poetry soooooooooooooo much(Report)Reply

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  • Kim BarneyKim Barney (2/3/2015 8:05:00 PM)

    I think that, to understand this poem you need to know the setting, the background, why it was written. I do not, but it seems to be a group of soldiers returning to their camp in the darkness. The line
    Death could drop from the dark
    could refer to a bomb or missile, or even a cannonball.(Report)Reply

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  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (2/3/2015 8:05:00 AM)

    Serpent hides on her kisses.....May be a story of the medieval times memory through histories. Great writing.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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