Spring 1916
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Title
Spring 1916
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Description
Slow, rigid, is this masquerade
That passes as through granite air;
Heavily---heavily passes.
What has she fed on? Who her table laid
Through the three seasons? What forbidden
fare
Ruined her as a mortal lass is?
I played with her two years ago,
Who might be now her own sister in stone,
So altered from her May mien,
When round pink neck a necklace of warm
snow
Laughed to her throat where my mouth's
touch had gone.
How is this, ruined Queen?
Who lured her vivid beauty so
To be that strained chilled thing that moves
So ghastly midst her young brood
Of pregnant shoots that she for men did
grow?
Where are the strong men who made these
their loves?
Spring! God pity your mood!
That passes as through granite air;
Heavily---heavily passes.
What has she fed on? Who her table laid
Through the three seasons? What forbidden
fare
Ruined her as a mortal lass is?
I played with her two years ago,
Who might be now her own sister in stone,
So altered from her May mien,
When round pink neck a necklace of warm
snow
Laughed to her throat where my mouth's
touch had gone.
How is this, ruined Queen?
Who lured her vivid beauty so
To be that strained chilled thing that moves
So ghastly midst her young brood
Of pregnant shoots that she for men did
grow?
Where are the strong men who made these
their loves?
Spring! God pity your mood!
Identifier
3290.txt
Creator
Rosenberg, Isaac (1890-1918)
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Date
1977
Date Created
1977-01-01
Temporal Coverage
1977-12-31
Type
Poem
Publisher
The First World War Poetry Digital Archive
