posted on 2024-05-02, 18:52authored byFirst World War Poetry Digital Archive Project Team
Wan, fragile faces of joy! Pitiful mouths that strive To light with smiles the place We dream we walk alive. To you I stretch my hands, Hands shut in pitiless trance In a land of ruin and woe, The desolate land of France. Dear faces startled and shaken, Out of wild dust and sounds You yearn to me, lure and sadden My heart with futile bounds.|
In some editions this poem has been called 'Home - Thoughts from France'.
History
Identifier
3282.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.