Vulgar words in A Treasury of War Poetry - British and American Poems of the World War 1914-1917 (Page 1)
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If it were he, indeed, who'd climbed each night, Fagged with the day's work, up the narrow stair, And slipt his clothes off in the candle-light, Too tired to fold them neatly in a chair The way his mother'd taught him--too dog-tired After the long day's serving in the shop, Inquiring what each customer required, Politely talking weather, fit to drop.... And now for fourteen days and nights, at least, He hadn't had his clothes off, and had lain In muddy trenches, napping like a beast With one eye open, under sun and rain And that unceasing hell-fire....