The Poet of Ruhleben, item 8
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SUMMER DUSK IN CAMP
The sun with gasps of golden breath
Celebrates his daily death,
Soon no more of him is found
Save, enskied, an open wound,
Mirrored to kindle in our eyes
The quiet flame of sacrifice.
O behold! The living Earth,
Pilgrim of repeated birth,
Wearying towards our far homestead
Robbed and wounded, left for dead,
Pillages by the assailing hour,
Prostrate at the feet of war.
Mighty powers
grandlyhandwritten superbly paceThe streets of interstellar space
But they, with all their ringing pride
Pass by on the other side.
Endure yet, despairing men!
Comes the good Samaritan.
Down the weary, dusty road,
Harsh with travel, red with blood
Towards the earth, benumbed, despised
Comes in healing vision, Christ,
Instilling the impulsive wine
Of Himself, the Living Vine.
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(15)
SUMMER DUSK IN CAMP
The sun with gasps of golden breath
Celebrates his daily death,
Soon no more of him is found
Save, enskied, an open wound,
Mirrored to kindle in our eyes
The quiet flame of sacrifice.
O behold! The living Earth,
Pilgrim of repeated birth,
Wearying towards our far homestead
Robbed and wounded, left for dead,
Pillages by the assailing hour,
Prostrate at the feet of war.
Mighty powers
grandlyhandwritten superbly paceThe streets of interstellar space
But they, with all their ringing pride
Pass by on the other side.
Endure yet, despairing men!
Comes the good Samaritan.
Down the weary, dusty road,
Harsh with travel, red with blood
Towards the earth, benumbed, despised
Comes in healing vision, Christ,
Instilling the impulsive wine
Of Himself, the Living Vine.
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Ruhleben Internment Camp, Germany
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Story location Ruhleben Internment Camp, Germany
- ID
- 19459 / 223791
- Contributor
- Katherine Duncan-Jones
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