Caricamento in corso...

August 1914

What in our lives is burnt
In the fire of this?
The heart’€™s dear granary?
The much we shall miss?
 
Three lives hath one life '€“
Iron, honey, gold.
The gold, the honey gone '€“
Left is the hard and cold.
 
Iron are our lives
Molten right through our youth.
A burnt space through ripe fields
A fair mouth’€™s broken tooth
Altre opere di Isaac Rosenberg...



Top