English poetry -- 20th century; Rosenberg, Isaac, 1890-1918
“I think I wrote you I was about to go up the line again after our
little rest. We are now in the trenches again, and though I feel very
sleepy, I just have a chance to answer your letter, so I will while I
may. It’s really my being lucky enough to bag an inch of candle that
incites me to this pitch of punctual epistolary. I must measure my
letter by the light....”
The date of the postmark on this letter is April 2, when the writer was
already dead.
LAURENCE BINYON.
MOSES
A PLAY (1916)
PERSONS
MOSES _An Egyptian Prince_
ABINOAH _An Overseer_
TWO HEBREWS
KOELUE _Abinoah’s Daughter_
MESSENGER
MOSES
SCENE I.: _Outside a college in Thebes. Egyptian students pass by._
MOSES _alone in meditation_.
[_Enter_ MESSENGER.]
MESSENGER
[_Handing papyrus._] Pharaoh’s desires.
MOSES
[_Reads._] To our beloved son, greeting. Add to our thoughts of you, if
possible to add, but a little, and you are more than old heroes—not to
bemean your genius, who might cry “Was that all!” We pile barriers
everywhere: we give you idiots for tools, tree stumps for swords, skin
sacks for souls. The sixteenth pyramid remains to be built: we give you
the last draft of slaves. Move! Forget not the edict. PHARAOH.
MOSES
[_To_ MESSENGER.] What is the edict?
MESSENGER
The royal paunch of Pharaoh dangled worriedly,
Not knowing where the wrong: viands once giant-like
Came to him thin and thinner—what rats gnawed?
Horror, the swarm of slaves! The satraps swore
Their wives’ bones hurt them when they lay abed,
That before were soft and plump: the people howled
They’d boil the slaves three days to get their fat,
Ending the famine. A haggard council held
Decrees the two hind molars, those two staunchest
Busy labourers in the belly’s service, to be drawn
From out each slave’s greased mouth, which soon
From incapacity will lose the habit
Of eating.
MOSES
Well, should their bones stick out to find the air,
I’ll make a use of them for pleasantness—
Droll demonstrations of anatomy.
MESSENGER
And when you’ve ended find ’twas one on sharks.
[MOSES _signs to_ MESSENGER _to go.
Exit_ MESSENGER.]
MOSES
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