Isaac Rosenberg Poems
- Dead Man's Dump The plunging limbers over the shattered ...
- Break Of Day In The Trenches The darkness crumbles away It ...
- Through These Pale Cold Days Through these pale cold ...
- Returning, We Hear The Larks Sombre the night is. And ...
- Louse Hunting Nudes -- stark and glistening, Yelling in ...
- In The Trenches I snatched two poppies From the parapet’s ...
- The Immortals I killed them, but they would not die. Yea! ...
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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Dead Man's Dump
The plunging limbers over the shattered track
Racketed with their rusty freight,
Stuck out like many crowns of thorns,
And the rusty stakes like sceptres old
To stay the flood of brutish men
Upon our brothers dear.
The wheels lurched over sprawled dead
But pained them not, though their bones crunched,
Their shut mouths made no moan.
They lie there huddled, friend and foeman,
Man born of man, and born of woman,
And shells go crying over them
From night till night and now.
Earth has waited for them,
All the time of their growth
Fretting for ...