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White Nights in St. Petersburg 2008-04-15 03:53:21 They tell me of light that lasts through midnight,I can see how it shines in the wake of the cathedral,how a murky shape is mapped out in the backdropand is cast like an island on a street musician an his crowd.They speak of rats circling a seraphjust a few steps awayin front of the Hermitage.They listen, look,wait to launch at their prey,sink their teeth into damp monumentality.Moldy walls anticipate their disguises,still they stand in the face of the mighty Neva.They fight the currents only becausethey were promised sweet relief.Little do they know,relief will not comebecause day within night is not night.Views of St. Petersburg
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Respect the Classics! Owen 2008-05-03 13:23:00 Dulce et Decorum EstBy Wilfred OwenBent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling, And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . . Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning Read more:Classics
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