Isaac Rosenberg

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

Through These Pale Cold Days - Poem by Isaac Rosenberg

Through these pale cold days
What dark faces burn
Out of three thousand years,
And their wild eyes yearn,

While underneath their brows
Like waifs their spirits grope
For the pools of Hebron again--
For Lebanon's summer slope.

They leave these blond still days
In dust behind their tread
They see with living eyes
How long they have been dead.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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