Poems by Isaac Rosenberg
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Break of Day in the Trenches
... Droll rat, they would shoot you if they knew ...
Dead Man's Dump
... Who hurled?None saw their spirits' shadow shake the grass, ...
Returning, We Hear the Larks
... Like a girls dark hair for she dreams no ruin lies there, ...
In the Trenches
... I gave to you. The sandbags narrowed ...
Louse Hunting
... Yon soldier tore from his throat, with oaths ...
On Receiving News of the War
... He mourns from His lone place ...
The Immortals
... I killed till all my strength was gone ...
Of Any Old Man
... While edging your boisterous thunder shivers one word, ...
Dead Man’s Dump
... Crying through the suspense of the far torturing wheels ...
Girl To A Soldier On leave
... I wish You were bound with the old gyves ...
A worm fed on the heart of Corinth'
... A worm fed on the heart of Corinth, ...
August 1914
... A burnt space through ripe fields ...
'Ah, Koelue . . .'
... Where yesterday soft hair through my fingers fell, ...
Spring
... But who could have woke them, ...
Marching (As Seen From the Left File)
... Blind fingers loose an iron cloud ...
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