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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464745" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thèlus Wood</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I came by night to Thèlus wood,<br>And though in dark and desperate places<br>Stubborned with wire and brown with blood<br>Undaunted April crept and sewed<br>Her violets in dead men's faces,<br>And in a soft and snowy shroud<br>Drew the scarred fields with gentle stitch;<br>Though in the valley where the ditch<br>Was hoarse with nettles, blind with mud,<br>She stroked the golden-headed bud,<br>And loosed the fern, she dared not here<br>To touch nor tend this murdered thing;<br>The wind went wide of it, the year<br>Upon this breast stopped short of Spring:<br>Beauty turned back from Thèlus Wood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From broken brows the dim eyes stared,<br>Blistered and maimed the wide stumps grinned<br>From the black mouth of Thèlus bared<br>In laughter at some monstrous jest.<br>No creature moved there, weed nor wind.<br>Huge arms, half-torn from savage breast,<br>Hung wide, and tangled limbs and faces<br>Lay, as if giants blind and stark<br>With violent, with perverse embraces<br>Groped for each other in the dark.<br>A moaning rose — not of the wind,<br>— There was no wind, but hollowly<br>From its dim bed of mud each tree<br>Gave forth a sound, till trees and mud<br>Seemed but a single, sighing mouth,<br>A wound that spoke with lips uncouth,<br>And cried to me from Thèlus Wood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I heard one tree say: 'This was I<br>Who drew great clouds across the sky<br>To weep against me.' This one said:<br>'I made a gloom where love might lie<br>All day and dream it night, a bed<br>Secret and soft, the birds' song had<br>A twilight sound the whole day there.'<br>One said: 'Last night I shook my hair<br>Before the mirror of the moon.'<br>'I saw a corpse to-day,' said one<br>'That was but buried yester-year.'<br>And one, the smallest, sweetest thing — <br>A fair child-tree made never stir,<br>Dead before God had tended her<br>In the green nurseries of Spring.<br>She lay, the loveliest, loneliest,<br>Among the old and ruined trees,<br>And at each small and broken wrist<br>The white flowers grew like bandages.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then from the ruined churchyard where<br>Old vaults and graves lay turned and tossed<br>And earth from earth was shaken bare,<br>Came murmurings of a tongueless host<br>That to each ghastly brother said:<br>'Who raised us from our sleep? Is this<br>The resurrection of the dead?<br>Upon our bodies no flesh grows,<br>No bright blood through our temples springs,<br>No glory spreads, no trumpet blows,<br>The air is not white and blind with wings.<br>And yet dragged up before us lie<br>The woods of Thèlus at our feet,<br>And strange hills sentinel the sky,<br>And where the road went yawns a pit.<br>The world is finished: let us sleep. <br>God has forgotten: we shall keep<br>Here a sweet, safe Eternity.<br>There is no other end than this,<br>And this is death, and that is peace.'<br>But even as they ceased the stones<br>Were loosed, the earth shook where I stood,<br>And from far off the crouching guns<br>Swung slowly round on Thèlus Wood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Muriel+Stuart">Muriel Stuart</a><div class=q>
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And though in dark and desperate places
Stubborned with wire and brown with blood
Undaunted April crept and sewed
Her violets in dead men's faces,
And in a soft and snowy shroud
Drew the scarred fields with gentle ..."></div>
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