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Poems by Isaac Rosenberg

! \_Hc is silent awhile,

! \_Hc is silent awhile, then turns away. \ [Moses turns back- menacingly. \ \_He changes his tone to a winning softness. \ — POEMS BY ISAAC ROSENBERG Led you to me in whom she was thoroughly lost. Pah, you sicken me ! Abinoah Prince Imra is Pharaoh's choice now, and Koelue's. Silence, you beast Moses I hate these family quarrels : it is so Like fratricide. I am a rebel, well ? Soft ! You are not, and we are knit so close It would be shame for a son to be so honoured And the father still unknown : come, Koelue's (so my) father, I'll tell my plans — you'll beg to be rebel then. Look round on the night Old as the first, bleak, even her wish is done ; She has never seen, though dreamt perhaps of the sun, Yet only dawn divides ; could a miracle 76

— ; MOSES Destroy the dawn, night would be mixed with light, No night or light would be, but a new thing : So with these slaves, who perhaps have dreamt of freedom, Egypt was in the way ; I'll strike it out With my ways curious and unusual. I have a trouble in my mind for largeness, Rough-hearted, shaggy, which your grave ardours lack : Here is the quarry quiet for me to hew ; Here are the springs, primeval elements, The roots 1 hid secrecy, old source of race, Unreasoned reason of the savage instinct. I'd shape one impulse through the contraries Of vain ambitious men, selfish and callous, And frail life -drifters, reticent, delicate Litheness thread bulk, a nation's harmony : These are not lame nor bent awry, but placeless With the rust and stagnant. All that's low I'll charm, Barbaric love sweeten to tenderness, Cunning ran into wisdom, craft turn to skill Their meanness, threaded right and sensibly, Change to a prudence envied and not sneered ; Their hugeness be a driving wedge to a thing 77