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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LES GRANDS MUTILES, by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: I saw three wounded of the war
Last Line: And this is how my fancies run.
Subject(s): Paris, France
First Line: I saw three wounded of the war
Last Line: And this is how my fancies run.
Subject(s): Paris, France
I saw three wounded of the war:
And the first had lost his eyes;
And the second went on wheels and had
No legs below the thighs;
And the face of the third was featureless,
And his mouth ran cornerwise,
So I made a rhyme about each one,
And this is how my fancies run.
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