Author: Isaac Rosenberg

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

I snatched two poppies From the parapet’s ledge, Two bright red poppies That winked on the ledge. Behind my ear […]

In his malodorous brain what slugs and mire, Lanthorned in his oblique eyes, guttering burned! His body lodged a rat […]

Sombre the night is. And though we have our lives, we know What sinister threat lies there. Dragging these anguished […]

Nudes stark and glistening, Yelling in lurid glee. Grinning faces And raging limbs Whirl over the floor one fire. For […]

Snow is a strange white word. No ice or frost Has asked of bud or bird For Winter’s cost. Yet […]

Moses, from whose loins I sprung, Lit by a lamp in his blood Ten immutable rules, a moon For mutable […]

The darkness crumbles away It is the same old druid Time as ever, Only a live thing leaps my hand, […]

The plunging limbers over the shattered track Racketed with their rusty freight, Stuck out like many crowns of thorns, And […]