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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412560" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Daughters Of War</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Space beats the ruddy freedom of their limbs,<br>Their naked dances with man's spirit naked<br>By the root side of the tree of life<br>(The under side of things<br>And shut from earth's profoundest eyes).</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw in prophetic gleams<br>These mighty daughters in their dances<br>Beckon each soul aghast from its crimson corpse<br>To mix in their glittering dances :<br>I heard the mighty daughters' giant sighs<br>In sleepless passion for the sons of valour<br>And envy of the days fo flesh,<br>Barring their love with mortal boughs across-<br>The mortal boughs, the mortal tree of life.<br>The old bark burnt with iron wars<br>They blow to a live flame<br>To char the young green clays<br>And reach the occult soul; they have no softer lure,<br>No softer lure than the savage ways of death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were satisfied of our lords the moon and the sun<br>To take our wage of sleep and bread and warmth-<br>These maidens came-these strong everliving Amazons,<br>And in an easy might their wrists<br>Of night's sway and noon's sway the sceptres brake,<br>Clouding the wild, the soft lustres of our eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Clouding the wild lustres, the clinging tender lights ;<br>Driving the darkness into the flame of clay<br>With the Amazonian wind of them<br>Over our corroding faces<br>That must be broken-broken for evermore,<br>So the soul can leap out<br>Into their huge embraces,<br>Though there are human faces<br>Best sculptures of Deity,<br>And sinews lusted after<br>By the Archangels tall,<br>Even these must leap to the love-heat of these maidens<br>From the flame of terrene days,<br>Leaving grey ashes to the wind-to the wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One (whose great lifted face,<br>Where wisdom's strength and beauty's strength<br>And the thewed strength of large beasts<br>Moved and merged, gloomed and lit)<br>Was speaking, surely, as the earth-men's earth fell away ;<br>Whose new hearing drank the sound<br>Where pictures, lutes, and mountains mixed<br>With the loosed spirit of a thought, Essenced to language thus</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My sisters force their males<br>From the doomed earth, from the doomed glee<br>And hankering of hearts.<br>Frail hands gleam up through the human quagmire, and lips of ash<br>Seem to wail, as in sad faded paintings<br>Far-sunken and strange.<br>My sisters have their males<br>Clean of the dust of old days<br>That clings about those white hands<br>And yearns in those voices sad :<br>But these shall not see them,<br>Or think of them in any days or years ;<br>They are my sisters' lovers in other days and years.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Rosenberg">Isaac Rosenberg</a><div class=q>
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Their naked dances with man's spirit naked
By the root side of the tree of life
(The under side of things
And shut from earth's profoundest eyes).

I saw in prophetic gleams
These mighty daughters in t..."></div>
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