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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343754" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Allies</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">August 14th, 1914</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Into the brazen, burnished sky, the cry hurls itself. The zigzagging cry<br>of hoarse throats, it floats against the hard winds, and binds the head<br>of the serpent to its tail, the long snail-slow serpent of marching men.<br>Men weighed down with rifles and knapsacks, and parching with war.<br>The cry jars and splits against the brazen, burnished sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the war of wars, and the cause? Has this writhing worm of men<br>a cause?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crackling against the polished sky is an eagle with a sword. The eagle is red<br>and its head is flame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>In the shoulder of the worm is a teacher.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His tongue laps the war-sucked air in drought, but he yells defiance<br>at the red-eyed eagle, and in his ears are the bells of new philosophies,<br>and their tinkling drowns the sputter of the burning sword. He shrieks,<br>'God damn you! When you are broken, the word will strike out new shoots.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His boots are tight, the sun is hot, and he may be shot, but he is in<br>the shoulder of the worm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A dust speck in the worm's belly is a poet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He laughs at the flaring eagle and makes a long nose with his fingers.<br>He will fight for smooth, white sheets of paper, and uncurdled ink.<br>The sputtering sword cannot make him blink, and his thoughts are<br>wet and rippling. They cool his heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He will tear the eagle out of the sky and give the earth tranquillity,<br>and loveliness printed on white paper.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The eye of the serpent is an owner of mills.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He looks at the glaring sword which has snapped his machinery<br>and struck away his men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But it will all come again, when the sword is broken to a million dying stars,<br>and there are no more wars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Bankers, butchers, shop-keepers, painters, farmers - men, sway and sweat.<br>They will fight for the earth, for the increase of the slow, sure roots<br>of peace, for the release of hidden forces. They jibe at the eagle<br>and his scorching sword.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One! Two! - One! Two! - clump the heavy boots. The cry hurtles<br>against the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each man pulls his belt a little tighter, and shifts his gun<br>to make it lighter. Each man thinks of a woman, and slaps out a curse<br>at the eagle. The sword jumps in the hot sky, and the worm crawls on<br>to the battle, stubbornly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the war of wars, from eye to tail the serpent has one cause:<br>PEACE!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Amy+Lowell">Amy Lowell</a><div class=q>
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Into the brazen, burnished sky, the cry hurls itself. The zigzagging cry
of hoarse throats, it floats against the hard winds, and binds the head
of the serpent to its tail, the long snail-slow serpent of marching men.
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