August 1914

What in our lives is burnt
In the fire of this?
The heart’s dear granary?
The much we shall miss?

Three lives hath one life –
Iron, honey, gold.
The gold, the honey gone –
Left is the hard and cold.

Iron are our lives
Molten right through our youth.
A burnt space through ripe fields
A fair mouth’s broken tooth.


Isaac Rosenberg

Isaac Rosenberg Downloads read by Andrew Motion

1Break of Day in the Trenches


2Returning, We Hear the Larks


3August 1914


4Dead Man's Dump


5Louse Hunting