First World War Poetry Digital Archive


What in our lives is burnt In the fire of this? The heart's dear granary? The much we shall miss?

Three lives hath one life--- Iron, honey, gold. The gold, the honey gone--- Left is the hard and cold.

Iron are our lives Molten right through our youth. A burnt space through ripe fields, A fair mouth's broken tooth.

Author Rosenberg, Isaac (1890-1918)
Title August 1914
Item Date 1977
Repository name ProQuest
Copyright The Isaac Rosenberg Literary Estate. Preliminaries and editorial matter omitted.
Digital repository The First World War Poetry Digital Archive
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