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... Reconciliation
Reconciliation (Angol)
All day beside the shattered tank he'd lain
Like a limp creature hacked out of its shell,
Now shrivelling on the desert's grid,
Now floating above a sharp-set ridge of pain.
There came a roar, like water, in his ear.
The mortal dust ... |
2011-08-21 14:22:38 |
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... of the blood-counting clock
Behind a face of hands,
On the angelic etna of the last whirring featherlands,
Wind-heeled foot in the hole of a fireball,
Hymned his shrivelling flock,
On the last rick\'s tip by spilled wine-wells
Sang heaven hungry and the quick
Cut Christbread spitting vinegar and all
The mazes of his praise and envious tongue... |
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2011-04-04 10:05:15 |
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