Finland

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Description

Feet and faces tingle
In that frore land:
Legs wobble and go wingle,
You scarce can stand.
The skies are jewelled all around,
The ploughshare snaps in the iron ground,
The Finn with face like paper
And eyes like a lighted taper
Hurls his rough rune
At the wintry moon
And stamps to mark the tune.

Identifier

3421.txt

Creator

Graves, Robert (1895-1985)

Date

(1995, 1997, 1999)

Date Created

1997-01-01

Temporal Coverage

1999-12-31

Type

Poem

Publisher

The First World War Poetry Digital Archive

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