More from Isaac Rosenberg.
It is not until the last word of the last line that he reveals what this poem is really about!
Don't go there yet.
THE IMMORTALS
I killed them, but they would not die.
Yea! all the day and all the night
For them I could not rest or sleep,
Nor guard from them nor hide in flight.
Then in my agony I turned
And made my hands red in their gore.
In vain - for faster than I slew
They rose more cruel than before.
I killed and killed with slaughter mad;
I killed till all my strength was gone.
And still they rose to torture me,
For Devils only die in fun.
I used to think the Devil hid
In women’s smiles and wine’s carouse.
I called him Satan, Balzebub.
But now I call him, dirty louse.
Isaac Rosenberg
neilemac
Thanks Colin, I waited to read "until the last word" and was not disappointed; the irony of it all, yes???
This is the first I've heard of Isaac Rosenberg; thanks for his 'introduction.' Well done.