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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508555" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Wire</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O God, take the sun from the sky!<br> It's burning me, scorching me up.<br>God, can't You hear my cry?<br> Water! A poor, little cup!<br>It's laughing, the cursed sun!<br> See how it swells and swells<br>Fierce as a hundred hells!<br> God, will it never have done?<br>It's searing the flesh on my bones;<br> It's beating with hammers red<br>My eyeballs into my head;<br> It's parching my very moans.<br>See! It's the size of the sky,<br> And the sky is a torrent of fire,<br>Foaming on me as I lie<br> Here on the wire . . . the wire. . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of the thousands that wheeze and hum<br> Heedlessly over my head,<br>Why can't a bullet come,<br> Pierce to my brain instead,<br>Blacken forever my brain,<br> Finish forever my pain?<br>Here in the hellish glare<br> Why must I suffer so?<br>Is it God doesn't care?<br> Is it God doesn't know?<br>Oh, to be killed outright,<br> Clean in the clash of the fight!<br>That is a golden death,<br> That is a boon; but this . . .<br>Drawing an anguished breath<br> Under a hot abyss,<br>Under a stooping sky<br> Of seething, sulphurous fire,<br>Scorching me up as I lie<br> Here on the wire . . . the wire. . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hasten, O God, Thy night!<br> Hide from my eyes the sight<br>Of the body I stare and see<br> Shattered so hideously.<br>I can't believe that it's mine.<br> My body was white and sweet,<br>Flawless and fair and fine,<br> Shapely from head to feet;<br>Oh no, I can never be<br> The thing of horror I see<br>Under the rifle fire,<br> Trussed on the wire . . . the wire. . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of night and of death I dream;<br> Night that will bring me peace,<br>Coolness and starry gleam,<br> Stillness and death's release:<br>Ages and ages have passed, --<br> Lo! it is night at last.<br>Night! but the guns roar out.<br> Night! but the hosts attack.<br>Red and yellow and black<br> Geysers of doom upspout.<br>Silver and green and red<br> Star-shells hover and spread.<br>Yonder off to the right<br> Fiercely kindles the fight;<br>Roaring near and more near,<br> Thundering now in my ear;<br>Close to me, close . . . Oh, hark!<br> Someone moans in the dark.<br>I hear, but I cannot see,<br> I hear as the rest retire,<br>Someone is caught like me,<br> Caught on the wire . . . the wire. . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again the shuddering dawn,<br> Weird and wicked and wan;<br>Again, and I've not yet gone.<br> The man whom I heard is dead.<br>Now I can understand:<br> A bullet hole in his head,<br>A pistol gripped in his hand.<br> Well, he knew what to do, --<br>Yes, and now I know too. . . .<br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark the resentful guns!<br> Oh , how thankful am I<br>To think my beloved ones<br> Will never know how I die!<br>I've suffered more than my share;<br>I'm shattered beyond repair;<br>I've fought like a man the fight,<br>And now I demand the right<br>(God! how his fingers cling!)<br>To do without shame this thing.<br>Good! there's a bullet still;<br> Now I'm ready to fire;<br>Blame me, God, if You will,<br> Here on the wire . . . the wire. . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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 It's burning me, scorching me up.
God, can't You hear my cry?
 Water! A poor, little cup!
It's laughing, the cursed sun!
 See how it swells and swells
Fierce as a hundred hells!
 God, will it never have done?
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