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    What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
    Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
    Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
    Can patter out their hasty orisons.
    No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
    Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,
    The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
    And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

    What candles may be held to speed them all?
    Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
    Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
    The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
    Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
    And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.


    - Anthem for Doomed Youth
    - Wilfred Owen, 1893-1918

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    Fire and Ice

    Some say the world will end in fire,
    Some say in ice.
    From what I've tasted of desire
    I hold with those who favor fire.
    But if it had to perish twice,
    I think I know enough of hate
    To know that for destruction ice
    Is also great
    And would suffice.
    Credit

    First printed in Harper's Magazine, December 1920.

    Author
    Robert Frost
    Born: March 26, 1874, San Francisco, CA
    Died: January 29, 1963, Boston, MA



    Frost and Fire ( a short story )

    https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&sour...=1558992376265

    Author
    Ray Bradbury
    Born: August 22, 1920, Waukegan, IL
    Died: June 5, 2012, Los Angeles, CA
    Last edited by rolfard; 05-27-2019 at 05:27 PM.

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