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A Channel Passage

The damned ship lurched and slithered.  Quiet and quick My cold gorge rose; the long sea rolled;

I knewI must think hard of something, or be sick;

And could think hard of only one thing —

OU!

You, you alone could hold my fancy ever!

And with you memories come, sharp pain, and dole.

Now there's a choice — heartache or tortured liver!

A sea-sick body, or a you-sick soul!

Do I forget you?  Retchings twist and tie me,

Old meat, good meals, brown gobbets, up I throw.

Do I remember?  Acrid return and slimy,

The sobs and slobber of a last years woe.

And still the sick ship rolls.  'Tis hard,

I tell ye,

To choose 'twixt love and nausea, heart and belly.

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Rupert Brooke

Rupert Chawner Brooke (3 August 1887 – 23 April 1915) was an English poet known for his idealistic war sonnets written during the First World Wa…

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