“God In his malodorous brain what slugs and mire, Lanthorned in his oblique eyes, guttering burned! His body lodged a rat where men nursed souls. The world flashed grape-green eyes of a foiled cat To him. On fragments of an… — Isaac Rosenberg Copy Share Image
“The Immortals I killed them, but they would not die. Yea! all the day and all the night For them I could not rest… — Isaac Rosenberg Copy Share Image
Here lies one not long dead; His dark hearing caught our far wheels, and the choked soul stretched weak hands To reach the living… — Isaac Rosenberg Copy Share Image
You mustn't forget the circumstances I have been brought up in, the little education I have had. — Isaac Rosenberg Copy Share Image
I can only say that one's individual situation is more real and important to oneself than the devastations of fates and empires especially when… — Isaac Rosenberg Copy Share Image
I will not leave a corner of my consciousness covered up, but saturate myself with the strange and extraordinary new conditions of this life,… — Isaac Rosenberg Copy Share Image
I cant look at things in the simple, large way that great poets do. — Isaac Rosenberg Copy Share Image
Being by the nature of my upbringing, all my energies having been directed to one channel of activity, crippled from other activities and made… — Isaac Rosenberg Copy Share Image
Earth has waited for them, All the time of their growth Fretting for their decay: Now she has them at last. — Isaac Rosenberg Copy Share Image
