Girl To A Soldier On leave (Isaac Rosenberg Poems)
Girl To A Soldier On LeaveLove! You love me - your eyesHave looked through death at mine.You have tempted a ...
Girl To A Soldier On LeaveLove! You love me - your eyesHave looked through death at mine.You have tempted a ...
Ah, Koelue!Had you embalmed your beauty, soIt could not backward go,Or change in any way,What were the use, if on ...
Ah, Koelue!Had you embalmed your beauty, soIt could not backward go,Or change in any way,What were the use, if on ...
Wreck not the ageing heart of quietness,With alien uproar and rude jolly cries,Which satyr like to a mild maidens pride,Ripens ...
I love you, great new Titan!Am I not you?Napoleon or CaesarOut of you grew.Out of the unthinkable torture,Eyes kissed by ...
My eyes catch ruddy necksSturdily pressed back -All a red brick moving glint.Like flaming pendulums, handsSwing across the khaki -Mustard-coloured ...
I walk and wonderTo hear the birds sing,Without you my ladyHow can there be Spring?I see the pink blossomsThat slept ...
What in our lives is burntIn the fire of this?The heart's dear granary?The much we shall miss?Three lives hath one ...
Grotesque and queerly huddledContortionists to twistThe sleepy soul to a sleep,We lie all sorts of waysAnd cannot sleep.The wet wind ...
A worm fed on the heart of Corinth,Babylon and Rome:Not Paris raped tall Helen,But this incestuous worm,Who lured her vivid ...
Sombre the night is. And though we have our lives, we know What sinister threat lies there. Dragging these anguished ...
Moses, from whose loins I sprung, Lit by a lamp in his blood Ten immutable rules, a moon For mutable ...
I snatched two poppies From the parapet's ledge, Two bright red poppies That winked on the ledge. Behind my ear ...
Nudes -- stark and glistening, Yelling in lurid glee. Grinning faces And raging limbs Whirl over the floor one fire. ...
Snow is a strange white word. No ice or frost Has asked of bud or bird For Winter's cost. Yet ...
I killed them, but they would not die. Yea! all the day and all the night For them I could ...
In his malodorous brain what slugs and mire, Lanthorned in his oblique eyes, guttering burned! His body lodged a rat ...
Through these pale cold days What dark faces burn Out of three thousand years, And their wild eyes yearn, While ...
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 ...
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