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Poems by Isaac Rosenberg


POEMS BY ISAAC ROSENBERG Can this be caught and caged ? Wings can be dipt Of eagles, the sun's gaudy measure gauged, But no sense dipt In the mystery of sense : The troubled throng Of words break out like smothered fire through dense And smouldering wrong. 13()

: EARLIER POEMS FROM " NIGHT AND DAY " I IN THE WORKSHOP Dim watery lights gleaming on gibbering faces, Faces speechful, barren of soul and sordid, Huddled and chewing a jest, lewd and gabbled insidious Laughter, born of its dung, flashes and floods like sunlight, Filling the room with a sense of a soul lethargic and kindly, Touches my soul with a pathos, a hint of a wide desolation. II I saw the face of God to-day, I heard the music of His smile, And yet I was not far away, And yet in Paradise the while. 137

Redcliffe Voice Issue 6 Summer 2018