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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
YOUNG HEBREW SPEAKS, by ISAAC ROSENBERG Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Yesterday as I lay nigh dead with toil Subject(s): Jews | |||
The Young Hebrew speaks : Yesterday as I lay nigh, dead with toil Underneath the hurtling crane oiled with our blood, Thinking to end all and let the crane crush me, He came by and bore me into the shade : O , what a furnace roarmg in his blood Thawed my congealed sinews and tingled my own Raging through me like a strong cordial. He spoke 1 Smce yesterday Am I not larger grown? I've seen men hugely shapen in soul, Of such unhuman shaggy male turbulence They tower in foam miles from our neck-strained sight, And to their shop only heroes come ; But all were cripples to this speed Constrained to the stables of flesh. I say there is a famine in ripe harvest When hungry giants come as guests : Come knead the hills and ocean into food, There is none for him. The streaming vigours of his blood erupting From his halt tongue are like an anger thrust , Out of a madman's piteous craving for A monstrous balked perfection. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RABBI'S SON-IN-LAW by SABINE BARING-GOULD A LITTLE HISTORY by DAVID LEHMAN FOR I WILL CONSIDER YOUR DOG MOLLY by DAVID LEHMAN JEWISH GRAVEYARDS, ITALY by PHILIP LEVINE NATIONAL THOUGHTS by YEHUDA AMICHAI SOUNDS OF THE RESURRECTED DEAD MAN'S FOOTSTEPS (#2) by MARVIN BELL A BALLAD OF WHITECHAPEL by ISAAC ROSENBERG |
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