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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.

Recordings

1Break of Day in the Trenches

2Returning we hear the Larks

3August 1914

4Dead Man's Dump

5Louse Hunting

Books & cds by Isaac Rosenberg