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