The damned ship lurched and slithered. Quiet and quick
My cold gorge rose; the long sea rolled; I knew
I must think hard of something, or be sick;
And could think hard of only one thing-you!
You, you alone could hold my fancy ever!
And with you memories come, sharp pain, and dole.
Now there's a choice-heartache or tortured liver!
A sea-sick body, or a you-sick soul!
Do I forget you? Retchings twist and tie me,
Old meat, good meals, brown gobbets, up I throw.
Do I remember? Acrid return and slimy,
The sobs and slobber of a last years woe.
And still the sick ship rolls. 'Tis hard, I tell ye,
To choose 'twixt love and nausea, heart and belly.
A Channel Passage
Rupert Brooke
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Poem topics: I love you, alone, heart, pain, remember, rose, soul, good, long, brown, cold, return, sharp, choice, forget, hold, body, quiet, choose, love, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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