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Wagner

By Rupert Brooke

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Creeps in half wanton, half asleep,     One with a fat wide hairless face.     He likes love-music that is cheap;     Likes women in a crowded place;     And wants to hear the noise they're making.     His heavy eyelids droop half-over,     Great pouches swing beneath his eyes.     He listens, thinks himself the lover,     Heaves from his stomach wheezy sighs;     He likes to feel his heart's a-breaking.     The music swells. His gross legs quiver.     His little lips are bright with slime.     The music swells. The women shiver.     And all the while, in perfect time,     His pendulous stomach hangs a-shaking.

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About Rupert Brooke

Rupert Brooke (1887–1915) was an English war poet whose sonnets—including "The Soldier" ("If I should die, think only this of me")—idealized the sacrifice of war. He died of sepsis en route to Gallipoli and became a symbol of the lost generation of WWI.

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