posted on 2024-05-02, 18:52authored byFirst World War Poetry Digital Archive Project Team
From her hair's unfelt gold My days are twined, As the moon weaves pale daughters Her hands may never fold. Her eyes are hidden pools Where my soul lies Glimmering in their waters Like faint and troubled skies. Dream pure, her body's grace, A streaming light, Scatters delicious fire Upon my limbs and face.
History
Identifier
3273.txt
Creator
Rosenberg, Isaac (1890-1918)
Date
1977
Date Created
01/01/1977
Temporal Date
31/12/1977
Type
Poem
Rights
The Isaac Rosenberg Literary Estate. As published in Rosenberg, Isaac; Bottomley, Gordon [ed.]; Harding, Denys [ed.], The Collected Poems of Isaac Rosenberg. London: Chatto and Windus, 1977. Preliminaries and editorial matter omitted.