Spring 1916
SPRING 1916 by ISAAC ROSENBERG
Slow, rigid, is this masquerade That passes as through a difficult air; Heavily---heavily passes. What has she fed on? Who her table laid Through the three seasons? What forbidden fare Ruined her as a mortal lass is?
I played with her two years ago, Who might be now her own sister in stone, So altered from her May mien, When round the pink a necklace of warm snow Laughed to her throat where my mouth's touch had gone. How is this, ruined Queen?
Who lured her vivid beauty so To be that strained chilled thing that moves So ghastly midst her young brood Of pregnant shoots that she for men did grow? Where are the strong men who made these their loves? Spring! God pity your mood!
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| Author | Rosenberg, Isaac (1890-1918) |
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| Title | Spring 1916 |
| Item Date | 1977 |
| File type | Text |
| Content | Poem |
| Repository name | ProQuest |
| Repository URL | http://lion.chadwyk.co.uk |
| Copyright | The Isaac Rosenberg Literary Estate. Preliminaries and editorial matter omitted. |
| First line | Slow, rigid, is this masquerade |
| Publication source | The Collected Poems of Isaac Rosenberg |
| Publication editor | Bottomley, Gordon and Harding, Denys |
| Publishers | Chatto Windus Ltd. |
| Publication place | London |
| Digital repository | The First World War Poetry Digital Archive |
| Reference URL | http://www.oucs.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/collections/item/3281 |
