posted on 2024-05-02, 18:52authored byFirst World War Poetry Digital Archive Project Team
'Here are houses', he moaned, 'I could reach but my brain swims.' Then they thundered and flashed And shook the earth to its rims. 'They are gunpits', he gasped, 'Our men are at the guns. Water---water---O water For one of England's dying sons.' 'We cannot give you water Were all England in your breath.' 'Water---water---O water' He moaned and swooned to death.
History
Identifier
3294.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.