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August 1914

AUGUST 1914 by ISAAC ROSENBERG 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.


“August 1914,” by Rosenberg, Isaac (1890-1918). The Isaac Rosenberg Literary Estate. Preliminaries and editorial matter omitted. via First World War Poetry Digital Archive, accessed October 21, 2020,

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