Poem by Isaac Rosenberg

The Jew

Moses, from whose loins I sprung,
Lit by a lamp in his blood
Ten immutable rules, a moon
For mutable lampless men.

The blonde, the bronze, the ruddy,
With the same heaving blood,
Keep tide to the moon of Moses.
Then why do they sneer at me? 

1. Wedded
2. Don Juans Song
3. In the Underworld
4. In Piccadi
5. Girl To A Soldier On Leave

Jones Very The Jew ("Thou art more deadly than the Jew of old")

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