Isaac Rosenberg Poems
- Through These Pale Cold Days Through these pale cold ...
- Break Of Day In The Trenches The darkness crumbles away It ...
- Dead Man's Dump The plunging limbers over the shattered ...
- Returning, We Hear The Larks Sombre the night is. And ...
- In The Trenches I snatched two poppies From the parapet’s ...
- The Immortals I killed them, but they would not die. Yea! ...
- Louse Hunting Nudes -- stark and glistening, Yelling in ...
Isaac Rosenberg was an English poet of the First World War who was considered to be one of the greatest of all English war poets. His "Poems from the Trenches" are recognised as some of the most outstanding written during the First World War.
Isaac Rosenberg was born to Barnet and Annie Rosenberg, who had fled Devinsk in Lithuania to escape anti-Jewish pogroms. In 1897, the family moved to 47 Cable Street in a poor district of the East End of London, and one with a strong Jewish community. He attended St. Paul's School around the corner in Wellclose Square, until his family (of Russian descent) moved to Stepney in 1900, so he could experience Jewish schooling. He left ... more »
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Through These Pale Cold Days
Through these pale cold days
What dark faces burn
Out of three thousand years,
And their wild eyes yearn,
While underneath their brows
Like waifs their spirits grope
For the pools of Hebron again--
For Lebanon's summer slope.
They leave these blond still days
In dust behind their tread
They see with living eyes
How long they have been dead.