Nudes -- stark and glistening,
Yelling in lurid glee. Grinning faces
And raging limbs
Whirl over the floor one fire.
For a shirt verminously busy
Yon soldier tore from his throat, with oaths
Godhead might shrink at, but not the lice.
And soon the shirt was aflare
Over the candle he'd lit while we lay.
Then we all sprang up and stript
To hunt the verminous brood.
Soon like a demons' pantomine
The place was raging.
See the silhouettes agape,
See the glibbering shadows
Mixed with the battled arms on the wall.
See gargantuan hooked fingers
Pluck in supreme flesh
To smutch supreme littleness.
See the merry limbs in hot Highland fling
Because some wizard vermin
Charmed from the quiet this revel
When our ears were half lulled
By the dark music
Blown from Sleep's trumpet.
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Comments1Man, this Isaac Rosenberg dude writes some trippy stuff! I was doing my English homework and this line "See the silhouettes agape, See the glibbering shadows" had me sketching silhouettes on my notebook. 🤔 Is like he's describing a crazy party or something, only it's not a typical party... Something about hunting lice? 🐜 Couldn't stop laughing at the "merry limbs in hot Highland fling". The imagery he creates is intense though. I guess that's poetry for ya'... hits different! 😜