<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391263" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Poem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Abbreviated from the conversation with Mr. T E H.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Over the flat slope of St Eloi<br>A wide wall of sandbags.<br>Night,<br>In the silence desultory men<br>Pottering over small fires, cleaning their mess-tins:<br>To and fro, from the lines,<br>Men walk as on Piccadilly,<br>Making paths in the dark,<br>Through scattered dead horses,<br>Over a dead Belgian’s body.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Germans have rockets. The English have no rockets,<br>Behind the lines, cannon, hidden, lying back miles.<br>Before the line, chaos.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mind is a corridor. The minds about me are<br>corridors.<br>Nothing suggests itself. There is nothing to do but keep on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ezra+Pound">Ezra Pound</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=391263" data-title="Poem de Ezra Pound" data-description="(Abbreviated from the conversation with Mr. T E H. Over the flat slope of St Eloi A wide wall of sandbags. Night, In the silence desultory men Pottering over small fires, cleaning their mess-tins: To and fro, from the lines, Men walk as on Picca..."></div> </div> </div>

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