“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Ever Seeking Le Autre
It is difficult
to get the news from poems
yet men die miserably every day
for lack
of what is found there.
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