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 read by Andrew Motion

1Break of Day in the Trenches


2Returning, We Hear the Larks


3August 1914


4Dead Man's Dump


5Louse Hunting