Poems by Isaac Rosenberg

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POEMS BY ISAAC ROSENBERG
You small at the roots like grass ;
While the new lips my spirit would kiss
Were not red lips of flesh,
But the huge kiss of power ?
Where yesterday soft hair through my fingers fell
A shaggy mane would entwine
And no slim form work fire to my thighs,
But human Life's inarticulate mass
Throb the pulse of a thing
Whose mountain flanks awry
Beg my mastery—mine !
Ah ! I will ride the dizzy beast of the world
My road— my way.