Girl To Soldier On Leave

By Isaac Rosenberg

I love you, Titan lover,
My own storm-days' Titan.
Greater than the son of Zeus,
I know whom I would choose.

Titan--my splendid rebel--
The old Prometheus
Wanes like a ghost before your power:
His pangs were joys to yours

Pallid days, arid and wan,
Tied your soul fast :
Babel-cities' smoky tops
Pressed upon your growth

Weary gyves. What were you
But a word in the brain's ways,
Or the sleep of Circe's swine ?
One gyve holds you yet.

It held you hiddenly on the Somme
Tied from my heart at home :
0 must it loosen now ? I wish
You were bound with the old, old gyves.

Love! You love me--your eyes
Have looked through death at mine.
You have tempted a grave too much.
I let you--I repine.
Monday, February 26th, 2024