On Receiving News of the War (Isaac Rosenberg Poems)
Snow is a strange white word. No ice or frost Has asked of bud or bird For Winter's cost. Yet ...
Snow is a strange white word. No ice or frost Has asked of bud or bird For Winter's cost. Yet ...
In his malodorous brain what slugs and mire, Lanthorned in his oblique eyes, guttering burned! His body lodged a rat ...
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