The Passing Show
II know not if it was a dream
I viewedA city where the restless multitude,
Between the eastern and the western
Had reared gigantic fabrics, strong and rude
II know not if it was a dream
I viewedA city where the restless multitude,
Between the eastern and the western
Had reared gigantic fabrics, strong and rude
Out of the earth to rest or
Perpetual in perpetual change,
The unknown passing through the strange
Water and saltness held
Swift fleet the billowy clouds along the sky, Earth seems to shudder at the storm aghast;
While only beings as forlorn as I, Court the chill horrors of the howling blast
Even round yon crumbling walls, in search of food, The ravenous Owl...
Who will remember, passing through this Gate,the unheroic dead who fed the guns
Who shall absolve the foulness of their fate,-Those doomed, conscripted, unvictorious ones
Crudely renewed, the Salient holds its own
Paid are its dim d...
Clear autumn at headquarters, wu-tung trees cold beside the well;
I spend the night alone in the river city,using up all of the candles
Sad bugle notes sound through the long night as I talk to myself;glorious moon hanging in mid-skybut ...
Let us rest ourselves a bit
Worry
— wave your hand to it — Kiss your finger-tips and smile It farewell a little while
Weary of the weary way We have come from Yesterday,