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Poems by Isaac Rosenberg


: EARLIER POEMS FROM " NIGHT AND DAY " I IN THE WORKSHOP Dim watery lights gleaming on gibbering faces, Faces speechful, barren of soul and sordid, Huddled and chewing a jest, lewd and gabbled insidious Laughter, born of its dung, flashes and floods like sunlight, Filling the room with a sense of a soul lethargic and kindly, Touches my soul with a pathos, a hint of a wide desolation. II I saw the face of God to-day, I heard the music of His smile, And yet I was not far away, And yet in Paradise the while. 137

" POEMS BY ISAAC ROSENBERG I lay upon the sparkling grass, And God's own mouth was kissing me, And there was nothing that did pass Rut blazed with divinity. Divine—divine—upon my eyes, Upon mine hair—divine—divine, The fervour of the golden skies, The ardent gaze of God on mine. Ill Then spake I to the tree, " Were ye your own desire What is it ye would be P 11 Answered the tree to me, " I am my own desire, I am what I would be. " If you were your desire Would you lie under me, And see me as you see ? " I am my own desire While I lie under you, And that which I would be Desire will sing to you.'' 1 138