War is Kind. Crane StephenЧитать онлайн книгу.
of steel flickered and gleamed
Like riot of silver lights,
And the gold of the knight's good banner
Still waved on a castle wall.
. . . . . . .
A horse,
Blowing, staggering, bloody thing,
Forgotten at foot of castle wall.
A horse
Dead at foot of castle wall.
Forth went the candid man
And spoke freely to the wind—
When he looked about him he was in a far
strange country.
Forth went the candid man
And spoke freely to the stars—
Yellow light tore sight from his eye.
“My good fool,” said a learned bystander,
“Your operations are mad.”
“You are too candid,” cried the candid man.
And when his stick left the head of the
learned bystander
It was two sticks.
You tell me this is God?
I tell you this is a printed list,
A burning candle and an ass.
On the desert
A silence from the moon's deepest
valley.
Fire rays fall athwart the robes
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