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On The Pilots Who Destroyed Germany In The Spring Of 1945

I stood on a roof top and they wove their

Their murmuring throbbing cage, in the air of blue crystal.

I saw them gleam above the town like diamond

Conjoining invisible struts of wire,

Carrying through the sky their geometric

Woven by senses delicate as a shoal of flashing fish.

They went.

They left a silence in our streets

Which boys gone to schoolroom leave in their playground.

A silence of asphalt, of privet hedge, of staring wall.

In the glass emptied sky their diamonds had

Long curving finest whitest lines.

These the day soon melted into satin

Falling over heaven's terraces near the golden sun.

Oh that April morning they carried my

Exalted expanding singing in their aeriel cage.

They carried my will.

They dropped it on a German town.

My will expanded and tall buildings fell down.

Then, when die ribbons faded and the sky forgot,

And April was concerned with building nests and being hotI began to remember the lost names and faces.

Now I tie the ribbons torn down from those

Around the most hidden image in my lines,

And my life, which never paid the price of their wounds,

Turns thoughts over and over like a

Assumes their guilt, honours, repents, prays for them.

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Stephen Spender

Sir Stephen Harold Spender CBE (28 February 1909 – 16 July 1995) was an English poet, novelist and essayist whose work concentrated on themes of…

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