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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 THE ODYSSEY: THE GARDENS OF ALCINOUS by HOMER CA' THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES' by ISOBEL (ISABEL) PAGAN HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 8. BRENNBAUM by EZRA POUND TO A WITHERED ROSE by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS THE OPTIMIST AND THE PESSIMIST; A DIALOGUE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ANYWHERE OUT OF THE WORLD by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. I HEAR THY CALL, MYSTERIOUS BEING by EDWARD CARPENTER |
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