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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521186" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy for an Enemy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(For G. H.) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say, does that stupid earth <br>Where they have laid her, <br>Bind still her sullen mirth, <br>Mirth which betrayed her? <br>Do the lush grasses hold, <br>Greenly and glad, <br>That brittle-perfect gold <br>She alone had? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Smugly the common crew, <br>Over their knitting, <br>Mourn her -- as butchers do <br>Sheep-throats they're slitting! <br>She was my enemy, <br>One of the best of them. <br>Would she come back to me, <br>God damn the rest of them! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Damn them, the flabby, fat, <br>Sleek little darlings! <br>We gave them tit for tat, <br>Snarlings for snarlings! <br>Squashy pomposities, <br>Shocked at our violence, <br>Let not one tactful hiss <br>Break her new silence! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maids of antiquity, <br>Look well upon her; <br>Ice was her chastity, <br>Spotless her honor. <br>Neighbors, with breasts of snow, <br>Dames of much virtue, <br>How she could flame and glow! <br>Lord, how she hurt you! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was a woman, and <br>Tender -- at times! <br>(Delicate was her hand) <br>One of her crimes! <br>Hair that strayed elfinly, <br>Lips red as haws, <br>You, with the ready lie, <br>Was that the cause? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rest you, my enemy, <br>Slain without fault, <br>Life smacks but tastelessly <br>Lacking your salt! <br>Stuck in a bog whence naught <br>May catapult me, <br>Come from the grave, long-sought, <br>Come and insult me! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">WE knew that sugared stuff <br>Poisoned the other; <br>Rough as the wind is rough, <br>Sister and brother! <br>Breathing the ether clear <br>Others forlorn have found -- <br>Oh, for that peace austere <br>She and her scorn have found!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Stephen+Vincent+Benet">Stephen Vincent Benet</a><div class=q>
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Say, does that stupid earth 
Where they have laid her, 
Bind still her sullen mirth, 
Mirth which betrayed her? 
Do the lush grasses hold, 
Greenly and glad, 
That brittle-perfect gold 
She alone had? 

Smugly the common crew, 
Over ..."></div>
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