In Piccadi Poem by Isaac Rosenberg

In Piccadi

Rating: 3.5


Lamp-lit faces, to you
What is your starry dew ?
Gold flowers of the night blue !

Deep in wet pavement's slime
Mud-rooted is your fierce prime,
To bloom in lust's coloured clime.

The sheen of eyes that lust,
Which dew-time made your trust,
Lights your passionless dust.

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Isaac Rosenberg

Isaac Rosenberg

Bristol / England
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