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.
| Title |
August 1914
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| Author |
Rosenberg, Isaac (1890-1918)
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| Item date |
1977
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| Content | |
| Copyright |
The Isaac Rosenberg Literary Estate. Preliminaries and editorial matter omitted.
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| Digital repository | |
| Repository name |
ProQuest
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| First line |
What in our lives is burnt
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| Publication source |
The Collected Poems of Isaac Rosenberg
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| Publication editor |
Bottomley, Gordon and Harding, Denys
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| Publishers |
Chatto & Windus Ltd.
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| Publication place |
London
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Collection
Citation
“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 April 26, 2024, http://ww1lit.nsms.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/collections/item/3265.
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