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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448125" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Song Of Iron</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not yet hast Thou sounded<br>Thy clangorous music,<br>Whose strings are under the mountains…<br>Not yet hast Thou spoken<br>The blooded, implacable Word…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I hear in the Iron singing - <br>In the triumphant roaring of the steam and pistons pounding - <br>Thy barbaric exhortation…<br>And the blood leaps in my arteries, unreproved,<br>Answering Thy call…<br>All my spirit is inundated with the tumultuous passion of Thy Voice,<br>And sings exultant with the Iron,<br>For now I know I too am of Thy Chosen…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh fashioned in fire - <br>Needing flame for Thy ultimate word - <br>Behold me, a cupola<br>Poured to Thy use!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heed not my tremulous body<br>That faints in the grip of Thy gauntlet.<br>Break it… and cast it aside…<br>But make of my spirit<br>That dares and endures<br>Thy crucible…<br>Pour through my soul<br>Thy molten, world-whelming song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">… Here at Thy uttermost gate<br>Like a new Mary, I wait…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Charge the blast furnace, workman…<br>Open the valves - <br>Drive the fires high…<br>(Night is above the gates).</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How golden-hot the ore is<br>From the cupola spurting,<br>Tossing the flaming petals<br>Over the silt and furnace ash - <br>Blown leaves, devastating,<br>Falling about the world…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out of the furnace mouth - <br>Out of the giant mouth - <br>The raging, turgid, mouth - <br>Fall fiery blossoms<br>Gold with the gold of buttercups<br>In a field at sunset,<br>Or huskier gold of dandelions,<br>Warmed in sun-leavings,<br>Or changing to the paler hue<br>At the creamy hearts of primroses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Charge the converter, workman - <br>Tired from the long night?<br>But the earth shall suck up darkness - <br>The earth that holds so much…<br>And out of these molten flowers,<br>Shall shape the heavy fruit…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then open the valves - <br>Drive the fires high,<br>Your blossoms nurturing.<br>(Day is at the gates<br>And a young wind…)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Put by your rod, comrade,<br>And look with me, shading your eyes…<br>Do you not see - <br>Through the lucent haze<br>Out of the converter rising - <br>In the spirals of fire<br>Smiting and blinding,<br>A shadowy shape<br>White as a flame of sacrifice,<br>Like a lily swaying?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ore leaping in the crucibles,<br>The ore communicant,<br>Sending faint thrills along the leads…<br>Fire is running along the roots of the mountains…<br>I feel the long recoil of earth<br>As under a mighty quickening…<br>(Dawn is aglow in the light of the Iron…)<br>All palpitant, I wait…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here ye, Dictators - late Lords of the Iron,<br>Shut in your council rooms, palsied, depowered - <br>The blooded, implacable Word?<br>Not whispered in cloture, one to the other,<br>(Brother in fear of the fear of his brother…)<br>But chanted and thundered<br>On the brazen, articulate tongues of the Iron<br>Babbling in flame…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sung to the rhythm of prisons dismantled,<br>Manacles riven and ramparts defaced…<br>(Hearts death-anointed yet hearing life calling…)<br>Ankle chains bursting and gallows unbraced…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sung to the rhythm of arsenals burning…<br>Clangor of iron smashing on iron,<br>Turmoil of metal and dissonant baying<br>Of mail-sided monsters shattered asunder…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hulks of black turbines all mangled and roaring,<br>Battering egress through ramparted walls…<br>Mouthing of engines, made rabid with power,<br>Into the holocaust snorting and plunging…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mighty converters torn from their axis,<br>Flung to the furnaces, vomiting fire,<br>Jumbled in white-heaten masses disshapen…<br>Writhing in flame-tortured levers of iron…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gnashing of steel serpents twisting and dying…<br>Screeching of steam-glutted cauldrons rending…<br>Shock of leviathans prone on each other…<br>Scaled flanks touching, ore entering ore…<br>Steel haunches closing and grappling and swaying<br>In the waltz of the mating locked mammoths of iron,<br>Tasting the turbulent fury of living,<br>Mad with a moment's exuberant living!<br>Crash of devastating hammers despoiling..<br>Hands inexorable, marring<br>What hands had so cunningly moulded…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Structures of steel welded, subtily tempered,<br>Marvelous wrought of the wizards of ore,<br>Torn into octaves discordantly clashing,<br>Chords never final but onward progressing<br>In monstrous fusion of sound ever smiting on sound <br>in mad vortices whirling…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till the ear, tortured, shrieks for cessation<br>Of the raving inharmonies hatefully mingling…<br>The fierce obligato the steel pipes are screaming…<br>The blare of the rude molten music of Iron…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lola+Ridge">Lola Ridge</a><div class=q>
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Not yet hast Thou sounded
Thy clangorous music,
Whose strings are under the mountains…
Not yet hast Thou spoken
The blooded, implacable Word…

But I hear in the Iron singing - 
In the triumphant roaring of the steam and pistons pounding - 
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