The Troop Ship
THE TROOP SHIP by ISAAC ROSENBERG
Grotesque and queerly huddled Contortionists to twist The sleepy soul to a sleep, We lie all sorts of ways And cannot sleep. The wet wind is so cold, And the lurching men so careless, That, should you drop to a doze, Wind's fumble or men's feet Is on your face.
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| Author | Rosenberg, Isaac (1890-1918) |
|---|---|
| Title | The Troop Ship |
| Item Date | 1977 |
| File type | Text |
| Content | Poem |
| Repository name | ProQuest |
| Repository URL | http://lion.chadwyk.co.uk |
| Copyright | The Isaac Rosenberg Literary Estate. Preliminaries and editorial matter omitted. |
| First line | Grotesque and queerly huddled |
| Publication source | The Collected Poems of Isaac Rosenberg |
| Publication editor | Bottomley, Gordon and Harding, Denys |
| Publishers | Chatto Windus Ltd. |
| Publication place | London |
| Digital repository | The First World War Poetry Digital Archive |
| Reference URL | http://www.oucs.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/collections/item/3288 |
