Poems by Isaac Rosenberg

MOSES
Is not this song still sung in the streets of me ?
A naked African
Walked in the sun
Singing—singing
Of his wild love.
I slew the tiger
With your young strength
(My tawny panther)
Rolled round my life.
Three sheep, your breasts
And my head between,
Grazing together
On a smooth slope.
Ah !
Koelue !
Had you embalmed your beauty, so
It could not backward go
Or change in any way,
What were the use if on my eyes
The embalming spices were not laid
To keep us fixed,
Two amorous sculptures passioned endlessly ?
What were the use if my sight grew
And its far branches were cloud -hung,
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