Treasure Island

Isaac Rosenberg

(25 November 1890 – 1 April 1918 / Bristol / England)

Quotations

  • ''Iron are our lives
    Molten right through our youth.
    A burnt space through ripe fields
    A fair mouth's broken tooth.''
    Isaac Rosenberg (1890-1918), British poet. August 1914 (l. 9-12). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.
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  • ''Poppies whose roots are in man's veins
    Drop, and are ever dropping;
    But mine in my ear is safe,
    Just a little white with the dust.''
    Isaac Rosenberg (1890-1918), British poet. Break of Day in the Trenches (l. 23-26). . . Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).
  • ''Bonds to the whims of murder,
    Sprawled in the bowels of the earth,
    The torn fields of France.''
    Isaac Rosenberg (1890-1918), British poet. Break of Day in the Trenches (l. 16-18). . . Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).
  • ''When the swift iron burning bee
    Drained the wild honey of their youth.''
    Isaac Rosenberg (1890-1918), British poet. Dead Man's Dump (l. 30-31). . . Oxford Book of War Poetry, The. Jon Stallworthy, ed. (1984) Oxford University Press.
  • ''The grass and coloured clay
    More motion have than they,
    Joined to the great sunk silences.''
    Isaac Rosenberg (1890-1918), British poet. Dead Man's Dump (l. 66-68). . . Oxford Book of War Poetry, The. Jon Stallworthy, ed. (1984) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Earth has waited for them,
    All the time of their growth
    Fretting for their decay:
    Now she has them at last!''
    Isaac Rosenberg (1890-1918), British poet. Dead Man's Dump (l. 14-17). . . Oxford Book of War Poetry, The. Jon Stallworthy, ed. (1984) Oxford University Press.
  • ''For a shirt verminously busy
    Yon soldier tore from his throat, with oaths
    Godhead might shrink at, but not the lice.''
    Isaac Rosenberg (1890-1918), British poet. Louse Hunting (l. 5-7). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Death could drop from the dark
    As easily as song—
    But song only dropped,''
    Isaac Rosenberg (1890-1918), British poet. Returning, We Hear the Larks (l. 10-12). . . Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).

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In the Trenches

I snatched two poppies
From the parapet’s ledge,
Two bright red poppies
That winked on the ledge.
Behind my ear
I stuck one through,
One blood red poppy
I gave to you.

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