Isaac Rosenberg

I walk and wonder

Without you my ladyHow can there be Spring?I see the pink blossomsThat slept for a year;But who could have woke them,While you were not near?Birds sing to the blossoms;Blind, dreaming your pink,These blush to the songsters,Your music they think.So well had you taught them,To look and to sing;Your bloom and your music;The ways of the…

Don Juans Song

The moon is in an ecstasy,It wanes not nor can grow ;The heavens are in a mist of love,And deepest knowledge know :What things in nature seem to moveBear love as I bear love ?And bear my pleasures so?I bear my love as streams that bearThe sky still flow or shake :Though deep within, too…

Godhead’s lip hangs

And his whips are flicked by miceAnd all star-amorous things.Drops, drops of shivering quietFilter under my lids.Now only am I powerful.What though the cunning gods outwit us hereIn daytime and in playtime,Surely they feel the gyres we lay on themIn our sleep.0, subtle gods lying hidden!0, gods with your oblique eyes !Your elbows in the…

Space beats the ruddy freedom of their limbs,

By the root side of the tree of life(The under side of thingsAnd shut from earth’s profoundest eyes).I saw in prophetic gleamsThese mighty daughters in their dancesBeckon each soul aghast from its crimson corpseTo mix in their glittering dances :I heard the mighty daughters’ giant sighsIn sleepless passion for the sons of valourAnd envy of…

And all her soft dark hair

And her white lost faceWas prisoned to sonie far place.Love was not denied-Love’s ends would hide,And Hower and fruit and treeWere under its sea.Yea, its abundance kneltWhere the nerves feltThe springs of feeling flowAnd made pain grow !There seemed no root or sky,But a pent infinityWhere apparitions dimSculptured each whimIn dame and wandering mistOf kisses…