Returning, we hear the larks
RETURNING, WE HEAR THE LARKS by ISAAC ROSENBERG
Sombre the night is.
And though we have our lives, we know
What sinister threat lurks there.
Dragging these anguished limbs, we only know
This poison-blasted track opens on our camp---
On a little safe sleep.
But hark! joy---joy---strange joy.
Lo! heights of night ringing with unseen larks.
Music showering on our upturned list'ning faces.
Death could drop from the dark
As easily as song---
But song only dropped,
Like a blind man's dreams on the sand
By dangerous tides,
Like a girl's dark hair for she dreams no ruin lies there,
Or her kisses where a serpent hides.
| Title |
Returning, we hear the larks
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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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| Repository address URL | |
| First line |
Sombre the night is.
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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
“Returning, we hear the larks,” 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/3278.
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