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Far far from gusty waves these children's faces.
Like rootless weeds the torn hair round their paleness.
--
"An Elementary School Classroom In A Slum" in Modern British Poetry (1962) edited by Louis Untermeyer (1962) variant : Like rootless weeds, the hair torn around their pallor.

 

Stephen Spender

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