Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EXPRESSION, by ISAAC ROSENBERG Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Call - call - and bruise the air Last Line: And smouldering wrong. Subject(s): Soldiers' Writings | ||||||||
Call, -- call -- and bruise the air: Shatter dumb space! Yea! We will fling this passion everywhere; Leaving no place For the superb and grave Magnificent throng, The pregnant queens of quietness that brave And edge our song Of wonder at the light (Our life-leased home), Of greetings to our housemates. And in might Our song shall roam Life's heart, a blossoming fire Blown bright by thought, While gleams and fades the infinite desire, Phantasmed naught. Can this be caught and caged? Wings can be clipt Of eagles, the sun's gaudy measure gauged, But no sense dipt In the mystery of sense: The troubled throng Of words break out like smothered fire through dense And smouldering wrong. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CARELESS HEART by ISAAC ROSENBERG A GIRL'S THOUGHTS by ISAAC ROSENBERG DAWN BEHIND NIGHT by ISAAC ROSENBERG |
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