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

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Submitted on May 13, 2011

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Scheme XAXA XBXB XCXC
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Characters 316
Words 63
Stanzas 3
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4

Isaac Rosenberg

 · 1890 · Bristol

Isaac Rosenberg was an English poet of the First World War. more…

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