Poems by Isaac Rosenberg

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FRAGMENTS OF "THE UNICORN
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THE SONG OF TEL THE NUBIAN
Small dazzling face !
I shut you in my soul
How can I perish now ?
But thence a strange decay
Your fragile gleaming wrists
Waver my days and shake my life
To golden tremors.
I have no life at all,
Only thin golden tremors
That shudder over the abyss of days
Which hedged my spirit, my spirit your prison
walls
That shrunk like phantasms with your vivid
beauty
Towering and widening till
The sad moonless place
Throngs with a million torches
And spears of flaming wings.
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