<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397426" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Poem During War (Cavatina) (In Answer To Archibald Macleish)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not the loss of men, machines or a country<br>to destiny, <br>or the farewell of you to whom I long, <br>or to be free<br>from the ravages of a unwanted war, <br>always holds me<br>like the beauty of the last summer spent; <br>the deep feelings for you do not relent </div><div style="margin:10px 0">as I long for a new dawn without pain <br>or any fear<br>while the future now looks very grim<br>and guns I hear<br>sending messages of their deadly flame, <br>nothing is clear<br>and although we do constantly just win, <br>the shattering of my soul did begin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While bullets, rockets and shells do whistle past<br>your face, our love, <br>is out of my mind, as like a machine<br>I act above<br>the mere decency of being human, <br>while I do move<br>from one sheltering onto the next one, <br>all other thoughts but survival are gone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but still so intense you remain with me, <br>that I do dream<br>of your countenance, I see your face; <br>in clouds like steam<br>the wounded do for God, each other or <br>their mothers scream<br>with the smell of burnt flesh everywhere, <br>the pain of dying is constantly here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Reference: 'Two Poems from the War' by Archibald MacLeish.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</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=397426" data-title="A Poem During War (Cavatina) (In Answer To Archibald Macleish) de Gert Strydom" data-description="Not the loss of men, machines or a country to destiny, or the farewell of you to whom I long, or to be free from the ravages of a unwanted war, always holds me like the beauty of the last summer spent; the deep feelings for you do not relent ..."></div> </div> </div>

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