What in our lives is burnt <br />In the fire of this? <br />The heart’s dear granary? <br />The much we shall miss? <br /> <br />Three lives hath one life – <br />Iron, honey, gold. <br />The gold, the honey gone – <br />Left is the hard and cold. <br /> <br />Iron are our lives <br />Molten right through our youth. <br />A burnt space through ripe fields <br />A fair mouth’s broken tooth<br /><br />Isaac Rosenberg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/august-1914/
