Tuesday, September 21, 2004

A busy day looms ahead for me. If it isn't a busy day, work is piling up for me somewhere.

Overcoming another cold. What is it with these last three weeks? Seems I get over one, or start to get over one and catch another or relapse into a cold. Yesterday's Savannah Morning News reported tree and grass pollens as moderate. Maybe it's worse here. How do you measure this anyway? Does any reader know? Pray tell us.

I think that the current war(s) our United States of America is in have influenced a popularity in literature which has military themes. Among the war literature is one I found on the bargain table at Brewton Parker, a Dover Thrift Edition of WWI British Poets. So far the one I like best is Charles Hamilton Sorley (1895-1915). Here's one of his:

To Germany

You are blind like us. Your hurt no man designed,
And no man claimed the conquest of your land.
But gropers both through fields of thought confined
We stumble and we do not understand.
You only saw your future bigly planned,
And we, the tapering paths of our own mind,
And in each other's dearest ways we stand,
And hiss and hate. And the blind fight the blind.

When it is peace, then we may view again
With new-won eyes each other's truer form
And wonder. Grown more loving-kind and warm
We'll grasp firm hands and laugh at the old pain,
When it is peace. But until peace, the storm
The darkness and the thunder and the rain.


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