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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413122" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gettysburg</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Today at Gettysburg the woods are calm, nodding to and through<br>With shimmering forms that flash before an observer view<br>And then melt in green, variety of hues as the dawn stars melt in blue<br> <br>The smiling leaves wave whitening against one's cheek in peaceful caress<br>As the hands of shadow widows against the wide meadow still express<br>Even now, their mighty subtle tenderness over this past battle field duress<br> <br>Embracing boughs at the wood depth into a little wind whisper start<br>That noise like the echo of wounded fire heart<br>The agony of despaired screams coming from lips smoking wide apart</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> <br>It is all quiet now, the trees dream in balm undisturbed by past wrong<br>The scenery is innocent in beauty, multiplying and strong<br>The scent of flowers scan through the valley of breath calm and long<br> <br>Yet reminiscence does breed the stress and the urgent of war<br>The haunted ecstasy of humans and beast cries tore<br>The smoke, the fire, and bullets rushing into blood gore<br>The wounded, the battled deformed dragged behind steeds neighing roar<br> <br>This morning the dew plashed road is clear and dry<br>Rich wreathes grape the spacious foreheads of sturdy pines<br>And from heights breathe ambrosial passion from their vines<br>And like a timid child they hide from human eye<br> <br>As I stroll in past paths, I pray with mosses and flowers shy<br>And as they lift adoring perfumes to the July sky<br>I slowly move, with ranging looks that pass<br>Over corn fields and matted miracles of grass<br> <br>My route leads me into veined complex of space<br>Where the vast sky with elongated leafage interlace<br>So close, so calm the heaven of sapphire is seen<br>As if in woven with heaven of infinitude pastoral green<br> <br>One may feel the urge to summon the prophet Ezekiel<br>Who as that past miracle bones revival, will conjure you from hell<br>Back to here where I pause, my forward faring eyes<br>Take these magnificent harvests, where the stately vigorous corn-ranks rise.<br> <br>Oh spirits passing before me as I behold<br>Your faces in the kingdom of mortality are unfold<br>Deep eternal sleep comes to every watching eye<br>Yet yours came so swiftly unjustly under dire battle sigh</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Along your bones the creeping flesh did quiver and quake<br>As your damp hair stiffened with agony and fear it hardly spake<br>Is man more just in morals than God? , is man more pure<br>Than he who deems all of us in basic sinful and insecure? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do mourn you creatures of clay, vainly fell to dwell in the dust<br>The fields around beauty and calm survive defiantly of your unjust<br>Things of the day happen and go about their cause before the night<br>You are the victims of heedlessness and blindness to wisdom wasted light</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For politicians like poets should build up their hardihood<br>From human humility and universal moral food <br>Drawn in proportions unselfish un individual fair<br>From honest mould and vagabond ancient wisdom air</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall man be eventually wise to learn from antique ashes departed flame<br>Which can bestow on him finer life and longer fame<br>From past battle wounds and historical balms<br>From tempest storm and following peace and calms<br>From archeological potsherds and dry bones<br>And ruins of past emperors and lying unturned broken stones</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Across Gettysburg the woods are holy and calm<br>Under summer night they absorb the gorgeous moon charm<br>The colors of splendid night, as the veils of dusk turn deep<br>Mother earth takes back her sons' sorrow as it turns to sleep </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>    Copy rights 2010<br>    All rights reserved</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Ziv">Isaac Ziv</a><div class=q>
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With shimmering forms that flash before an observer view
And then melt in green, variety of hues as the dawn stars melt in blue
 
The smiling leaves wave whitening against one's cheek ..."></div>
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