<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dead Musicians</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From you, Beethoven, Bach, Mozart, <br>The substance of my dreams took fire. <br>You built cathedrals in my heart, <br>And lit my pinnacled desire. <br>You were the ardour and the bright<br>Procession of my thoughts toward prayer. <br>You were the wrath of storm, the light <br>On distant citadels aflare. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Great names, I cannot find you now <br>In these loud years of youth that strives <br>Through doom toward peace: upon my brow <br>I wear a wreath of banished lives. <br>You have no part with lads who fought <br>And laughed and suffered at my side. <br>Your fugues and symphonies have brought <br>No memory of my friends who died. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For when my brain is on their track, <br>In slangy speech I call them back. <br>With fox-trot tunes their ghosts I charm. <br>‘Another little drink won’t do us any harm.’<br>I think of rag-time; a bit of rag-time; <br>And see their faces crowding round <br>To the sound of the syncopated beat. <br>They’ve got such jolly things to tell, <br>Home from hell with a Blighty wound so neat... </div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . <br>And so the song breaks off; and I’m alone. <br>They’re dead ... For God’s sake stop that gramophone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Siegfried+Sassoon">Siegfried Sassoon</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=518931" data-title="Dead Musicians de Siegfried Sassoon" data-description="I From you, Beethoven, Bach, Mozart, The substance of my dreams took fire. You built cathedrals in my heart, And lit my pinnacled desire. You were the ardour and the bright Procession of my thoughts toward prayer. You were the wrath of storm..."></div> </div> </div>

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