Poetic Openings : Theodore Roethke to Isaac Rosenberg

Poet : Theodore Roethke : Poem : The Storm : First Line : 1
Poet : Theodore Roethke : Poem : The Survivor : First Line : I am twenty-four
Poet : Theodore Roethke : Poem : The Waking : First Line : I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Poet : Isaac Rosenberg : Poem : Break Of Day In The Trenches : First Line : The darkness crumbles away
Poet : Isaac Rosenberg : Poem : Dead Man's Dump : First Line : The plunging limbers over the shattered track

Poet : Isaac Rosenberg : Poem : God : First Line : In his malodorous brain what slugs and mire,
Poet : Isaac Rosenberg : Poem : In The Trenches : First Line : I snatched two poppies
Poet : Isaac Rosenberg : Poem : Louse Hunting : First Line : Nudes -- stark and glistening,
Poet : Isaac Rosenberg : Poem : On Receiving News Of The War : First Line : Snow is a strange white word.
Poet : Isaac Rosenberg : Poem : Returning, We Hear The Larks : First Line : Sombre the night is.