posted on 2024-05-02, 18:52authored byFirst World War Poetry Digital Archive Project Team
Moses, from whose loins I sprung, Lit by a lamp in his blood Ten immutable rules, a moon For mutable lampless men. The blonde, the bronze, the ruddy, With the same heaving blood, Keep tide to the moon of Moses. Then why do they sneer at me?
History
Identifier
3296.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.