The Jew
Read 'The Jew' by 'Isaac Rosenberg' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Moses, from whose loins I sprung,
Lit by a lamp in his blood
Ten immutable rules, a moon
For mutable lampless men.
The blonde, the bronze, the ruddy,
With the same heaving blood,
Keep tide to the moon of Moses.
Then why do they sneer at me?
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