Poem
(Abbreviated from the conversation with Mr. T E H.
Over the flat slope of St Eloi
A wide wall of sandbags.
Night,
In the silence desultory men
Pottering over small fires, cleaning their mess-tins:
To and fro, from the lines,
Men walk as on Piccadilly,
Making paths in the dark,
Through scattered dead horses,
Over a dead Belgian’s body.
The Germans have rockets. The English have no rockets,
Behind the lines, cannon, hidden, lying back miles.
Before the line, chaos.
My mind is a corridor. The minds about me are
corridors.
Nothing suggests itself. There is nothing to do but keep on.
poem by Ezra Pound
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Also see the following:
- quotes about Belgium
- quotes about Germany
- quotes about cleaning
- quotes about fire
- quotes about intellect
- quotes about men
- quotes about walls
- quotes about lies
- quotes about walking
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