August 1914 Poem by Isaac Rosenberg
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
Through our youth! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
a poem that is hard as iron with broken dreams in tow? ............superbly written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Heart's dear granary.... thanks for posting...