Returns this great World War I poet's work back to print....
|Title||:||Isaac Rosenberg: Selected Poems And Letters|
|Number of Pages||:||180 Pages|
|Status||:||Available For Download|
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Isaac Rosenberg: Selected Poems And Letters Reviews
This is a man I discovered in my downstairs loo, lurking as he was in the pages of an anthology. Enjoying poetry as I do I was amazed I had never heard of his writing before but he was of course one of the men cut down in 1918 towards the end of 'The Great War'. Liddiard gives a short introduction to his life and shows him to be a man of extraordinary talent not just as a poet thought that cannot be denied but also as a painter and indeed the cover picture is one of his self portraits. It is probabl;y quite pointless to try to read what type of man he was into that picture though it makes for interesting speculation but it is in his beautiful poetry that you encounter a man of great insight, of courage and of quiet desolation. The self portrait expressed to me arrogance and a sneering quality which was quite unattractive and yet that is not what I found in the poetry. Whether that says more about my ability as a portrait reader or of Rosenberg's ability as an artist i could not say but read his poetry and, if not weep, than certainly swallow down emotions of admiration and sadness.there is great humour here even in amidst the horror as when he writes of louse hunting and how he and his comrades strip off their clothes and seek to shake the lice away and kill them'then we all sprang up and striptto hunt the verminous brood.Soon like a demons'pantomimethe place was raging.....see the merry limbs in hot highland flingbecause some wizard vermincharmed from the quiet this revel'Even though he fights alongside other men in the trenches he encounters prejudice and alieniation'The blonde, the bronze, the ruddy,with the same heaving blood,keep tide to the moon of Moses,Then why do they sneer at me ? 'He writes of the loss of hope and beauty in poems some of which seem as if dragged unwillingly from his heart and others thrown out with the force of a trumpet blast. Re-reading that sentence I almost feel i should apologize for it sounds forced or false but i let it stand because it expresses what his poetry achieves in me.there is also heartbreaking beauty in small images of love'your body is a starunto my thought.But stars are not too farand can be caught -small pools their prisons are 'For some reason i found that image unbelievably moving.I will not continue to quote him as once started in a review of a poetry book that I admire i could just continue on and on but if you love poetry and if, like me, you had never encountered this poet before than seek him out. He is so worth the search.