Grotesque and queerly
Contortionists to
The sleepy soul to a sleep,
We lie all sorts of
And cannot sleep.
The wet wind is so cold,
And the lurching men so careless,
That, should you drop to a doze,
Winds' fumble or men's
Are on your face.
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Isaac Rosenberg
Isaac Rosenberg (25 November 1890 – 1 April 1918) was an English poet and artist. His Poems from the Trenches are recognized as some of the most…
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