Isaac Rosenberg

Isaac Rosenberg

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Isaac Rosenberg (25 November 1890 – 1 April 1918) was an English poet and artist. His Poems from the Trenches are recognized as some of the most outstanding poetry written during the First World War.
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Dead Mans Dump

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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 spra...
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On Receiving News of the War

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Snow is a strange white word
No ice or
Has asked of bud or
For Winter's cost
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Ah Koelue

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Ah,
Koelue
Had you embalmed your beauty, so It could not backward go,
Or change in any way,
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Soldier Twentieth Century

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I love you, great new Titan
Am I not you
Napoleon or
Out of you grew
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Spring

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I walk and
To hear the birds sing,
Without you my
How can there be Spring
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Returning We Hear the Larks

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Sombre the night is
And though we have our lives, we
What sinister threat lies there
Dragging these anguished limbs, we only
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Through These Pale Cold Days

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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 b...
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The Immortals

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I killed them, but they would not die
Yea
all the day and all the night For them I could not rest or sleep,
Nor guard from them nor hide in flight
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Girl To A Soldier On leave

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Girl To A Soldier On
Love
You love me — your
Have looked through death at mine
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God

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In his malodorous brain what slugs and mire, Lanthorned in his oblique eyes, guttering burned
His body lodged a rat where men nursed souls
The world flashed grape-green eyes of a foiled cat To him
On fragments of an old shrunk power...
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The Jew

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Moses, from whose loins I sprung, Lit by a lamp in his blood Ten immutable rules, a moon For mutable lampless men
The blonde, the bronze, the ruddy, With the same heaving blood, Keep tide to the moon of Moses
Then why do they sneer at me...
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In the Trenches

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I snatched two poppies From the parapet’s ledge,
Two bright red poppies That winked on the ledge
Behind my ear I stuck one through,
One blood red poppy I gave to you
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Of Any Old Man

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Wreck not the ageing heart of quietness,
With alien uproar and rude jolly cries,
Which satyr like to a mild maidens pride,
Ripens not wisdom, but a large recoil,
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The Troop Ship

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Grotesque and queerly
Contortionists to
The sleepy soul to a sleep,
We lie all sorts of
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Marching As Seen From the Left File

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My eyes catch ruddy
Sturdily pressed back -All a red brick moving glint
Like flaming pendulums,
Swing across the khaki -Mustard-coloured khaki -To the automatic feet
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Break of Day in the Trenches

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The darkness crumbles
It is the same old druid Time as ever,
Only a live thing leaps my hand,
A queer sardonic rat,
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