The Immortals
THE IMMORTALS by ISAAC ROSENBERG
I killed them but they would not die. Yea! all the day and all the night For them I could not rest or sleep, Nor guard from them nor hide in flight.
Then in my agony I turned And made my hands red in their gore. In vain---for faster than I slew They rose more cruel than before.
I killed and killed with slaughter mad; I killed till all my strength was gone. And still they rose to torture me, For Devils only die in fun.
I used to think the devil hid In women's smiles and wine's carouse. I called him Satan, Balzebub. But now I call him, dirty louse.
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| Author | Rosenberg, Isaac (1890-1918) |
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| Title | The Immortals |
| 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 | I killed them, but they would not die. |
| 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/3286 |
