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Poems by Isaac Rosenberg

Abinoah — : POEMS BY

Abinoah — : POEMS BY ISAAC ROSENBERG They'd make a bonfire of themselves to be Mouthed in the squares, broad in the public eye^J And whose backs break, whose lives are mauled, after It all falls Hat? His tender airs chill me As thoughts of sleep to a man tiptoed night-long Roped round his neck, for sleep means death to him. Oh, he is kind to us ! Your safe teeth chatter when they hear a step He left them yours because his cunning way Would brag the wrong against his humane act By Pharaoh ; so gain more favour than he lost. Youxc; Hebrew Help him not then, and push your safety away : I for my part will be his backward eye, His hands when they are shut. Ah ! ! Like a bad smell from the soul of Moses dipt In the mire of lust he hangs round him ; And if his slit-like eyes could tear right out The pleasure Moses on his daughter had, She'd be as virgin as ere she came nestling Into that fierce unmanageable blood, Flying from her loathed father. O, that slave Has hammered from the anvil of her beauty 68

The : MOSES A steel to break his manacles : hard for us Moses has made him overseer. O, his slits sell to Imra. . . . Pry — pry. . . . For what ? . . . To Sh ! [Aisinoah is seen approaching:] thin-lipped abomination ! Zig-zagging haschish tours in a fine style It were delightful labour making bricks, Knowing they would kiss friendly with his head. Abixoah [ Who has been taking haschish ; and who has one obsession, hatred of Jews.] Dirt-draggled mongrels, circumcised slaves, You puddle with your lousy gibberish The holy air, Pharaoh's own tributary : Filthy manure for Pharaoh's flourishing, circumcise and make holy your tongues, I'll And stop one outlet to your profanation. [To the Old Hebrew.] IVe never seen one beg so for a blow ; Too soft am I to resist such entreaty. [Beats him.] Your howling holds the earnest energies You cheat from Pharaoh when you make his bricks. 69