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Poems by Isaac Rosenberg


; — POEMS BY ISAAC ROSENBERG A .MOOD You are so light and gay, So slight, sweet maid Your limbs like leaves in play, Or beams that grasses braid ; O ! Joys whose jewels pray My breast to be inlaid. Frail fairy of the streets ; Strong, dainty lure For all men's eyes the sweets Whose lack makes hearts so poor While your heart loveless beats. Light, laughing, and impure. O ! Fragrant waft of flesh, Float through me so My limbs are in your mesh, My blood forgets to flow ; Ah ! Lilied meadows fresh, It knows where it would go. 162

EARLIER POEMS FIRST FRUIT I did not pluck at all, And I am sorry now : The garden is not barred But the boughs are heavy with snow, The flake-blossoms thickly fall And the hid roots sigh, " How long will our flowers be marred P 11 Strange as a bird were dumb, Strange as a hueless leaf. As one deaf hungers to hear, Or gazes without belief, The fruit yearned " Fingers, come !" O, shut hands, be empty another year. 163

Redcliffe Voice Issue 6 Summer 2018