<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360264" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dancers: (During A Great Battle, 1916)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The floors are slippery with blood:<br>The world gyrates too. God is good<br>That while His wind blows out the light<br>For those who hourly die for is –<br>We still can dance each night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The music has grown numb with death –<br>But we will suck their dying breath,<br>The whispered name they breathed to chance,<br>To swell our music, make it loud<br>That we may dance, - may dance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are the dull blind carrion-fly<br>That dance and batten. Though God die<br>Mad from the horror of the light –<br>The light is mad, too, flecked with blood, -<br>We dance, we dance, each night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dame+Edith+Louisa+Sitwell">Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360264" data-title="The Dancers: (During A Great Battle, 1916) de Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell" data-description="The floors are slippery with blood: The world gyrates too. God is good That while His wind blows out the light For those who hourly die for is – We still can dance each night. The music has grown numb with death – But we will suck their dying..."></div> </div> </div>

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