The Assassins: Poems

The Assassins: Poems

The Assassins: Poems

The Assassins: Poems

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O SUMMON out of memory
Into understanding
So that all may fear it
From the blood and fever
Of our passsionate and forever
Unregenerate spirit
Such spectacles
As men remember
Of the beautiful, musical
Of flesh, long, limber:
And deduce: how
In the consummate brow
Such cruelties dwell
As into eternity
Flushed the subservient blood,
Flattened our silver cities
And covered them with wood.

Consider, O lover,
The vistas you will find
Exploring through the years
Past precipice and river
The wilderness of the mind.
Quail! at the image . . .

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