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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ARES, by ALBERT EHRENSTEIN First Line: Softly the waters ripple Last Line: To finish you finally. | |||
Softly the waters ripple, The meadows bleed with evening, But uprearing the shaggy head of the beast, Foe unto men, I, Ares, Cracking the weak nose and chin, Twisting off towers in a rage, Break your earth. Leave off calling that God who does not hear. This you cannot reason away: A little sub-devil governs the earth, He is served by folly and madness. I stretched the hides of men on stakes around the cities. I loaded my demon-shoulders With the loose-hinged gates of the old fortresses, I loose this arid war-time, Stow Europe into the knapsack. My butcher's arm is ruddy with your blood, How the sight rejoices me! The enemy flames up in the night bitter with rain, Bombs tear apart your women, The ground is strewn With the scattered Testicles of your sons, Like the seeds of cucumbers. By your child hands not to be turned aside, Death takes hold of your masses. Blood you give for dung, Wealth for woe is flung, The wolves vomit after my feasts are spread, With your carrion they are overfed. Is there a rest From plague and pest? In me there howls a lust To finish you finally. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUFFERING by ALBERT EHRENSTEIN DRIFTERS: BELLA COOLA TO WILLIAMS LAKE by KAREN SWENSON PSALM 136 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE CONSCIENCE AND REMORSE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO THE MEMORY OF MY BELOVED MASTER WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE by BEN JONSON PEEWEE by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG THE DUG-OUT by SIEGFRIED SASSOON TO THE QUEEN by ALFRED TENNYSON AN IMITATION OF SPENCER by JOHN ARMSTRONG THE BABE OF BETHLEHEM by HENRY BEER THE SHEPHERD'S PIPE: FOURTH ECLOGUE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |
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