The Rime Of The Youthful Mariner
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Title
The Rime Of The Youthful Mariner
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Description
One knotted a rope with an evil knout,
And flogged me till I fell;
And he is picking the rope end out
In a land-locked prison-cell.
One tied my wrist with a twisted cord
While I lay asleep on deck.
But his reward was overboard,
With the string around his neck.
One bound my mouth with her hands of silk,
And drew me backward so.
Her skin that was foul as curdled milk
Is fouler today, I trow.
One clogged my feet with a heavy wine,
And my tongue with a tangling drug.
But now his tongue is thicker than mine
And black as any slug.
One bound my thighs with his muscled arm,
Whose weight was good to bear.
O may he come to no worse harm
Than what he wrought me there.
And flogged me till I fell;
And he is picking the rope end out
In a land-locked prison-cell.
One tied my wrist with a twisted cord
While I lay asleep on deck.
But his reward was overboard,
With the string around his neck.
One bound my mouth with her hands of silk,
And drew me backward so.
Her skin that was foul as curdled milk
Is fouler today, I trow.
One clogged my feet with a heavy wine,
And my tongue with a tangling drug.
But now his tongue is thicker than mine
And black as any slug.
One bound my thighs with his muscled arm,
Whose weight was good to bear.
O may he come to no worse harm
Than what he wrought me there.
Identifier
3351.txt
Creator
Owen, Wilfred (1893-1918)
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Date
1917-11
1918-01
1918-01
Type
Poem
Publisher
The First World War Poetry Digital Archive
Source
The Complete Poems and Fragments of Wilfred Owen edited by Jon Stallworthy first published by Chatto & Windus, 1983. (#134, CPF vol. 1, p. 131, vol. 2, p. 285)
BL 1. 179
BL 1. 179
