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Poem by Isaac Rosenberg


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Had you embalmed your beauty, so
It could not backward go,
Or change in any way,
What were the use, if on my eyes
The embalming spices were not laid
To keep us fixed,
Two amorous sculptures passioned endlessly?
What were the use, if my sight grew,
And its far branches were cloud-hung,
You small at the roots, like grass,
While the new lips my spirit would kiss
Were not red lips of flesh,
But the huge kiss of power?
Where yesterday soft hair through my fingers fell,
A shaggy mane would entwine,
And no slim form work fire to my thighs,
But human Life's inarticulate mass
Throb the pulse of a thing
Whose mountain flanks awry
Beg my mastery -- mine!
Ah! I will ride the dizzy beast of the world
My road -- my way! 



Isaac Rosenberg


Isaac Rosenberg's other poems:
  1. The Nun
  2. Sleep
  3. Girl To A Soldier On Leave
  4. God
  5. A Girls Thoughts


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