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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415238" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Mad Fight Song For William S. Carpenter, 1966</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Varus, varus, gib mir meine Legionen wieder</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Quick on my feet in those Novembers of my loneliness, <br>I tossed a short pass, <br>Almost the instant I got the ball, right over the head <br>Of Barrel Terry before he knocked me cold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When I woke, I found myself crying out <br>Latin conjugations, and the new snow falling <br>At the edge of a green field. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Lemoyne Crone had caught the pass, while I lay <br>Unconscious and raging <br>Alone with the fire ghost of Catullus, the contemptuous graces tossing <br>Garlands and hendecasyllabics over the head <br>Of Cornelius Nepos the mastodon, <br>The huge volume. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>At the edges of Southeast Asia this afternoon <br>The quarterbacks and the lines are beginning to fall, <br>A spring snow, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And terrified young men <br>Quick on their feet <br>Lob one another’s skulls across <br>Wings of strange birds that are burning <br>Themselves alive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Arlington+Wright">James Arlington Wright</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=415238" data-title="A Mad Fight Song For William S. Carpenter, 1966 de James Arlington Wright" data-description="Varus, varus, gib mir meine Legionen wieder Quick on my feet in those Novembers of my loneliness, I tossed a short pass, Almost the instant I got the ball, right over the head Of Barrel Terry before he knocked me cold. When I woke, I found..."></div> </div> </div>
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