Monday, 18 April 2016

Poetry Revisited: April Dawn by Isaac Rosenberg

April Dawn

(from Youth: 1915)

Pale light hid in light
Stirs the still day-spring;
Wavers the dull sight
With a spirit's wing.

Dreams, in frail rose mist,
Lurking to waylay,
Sublte-wise have kist
Winter into May.

Nothing to the sight...
Pool of pulseless air.
Spirits are in flight,
And my soul their lair.

Isaac Rosenberg (1890-1918)
English poet and artist

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