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POEMS BY ISAAC ROSENBERG

Can this be caught and caged?
Wings can be clipt
Of eagles, the sun's gaudy measure gauged,
But no sense dipt

In the mystery of sense:
The troubled throng
Of words break out like smothered fire through dense
And smouldering wrong.

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