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irol

irol

In youth there was a Norse girl
Whose love for me seemed true.
Lord preserve us from the Norsemen,
And from their women too.

EXTINCT BIRDS

If the lonely young woman still exists,
Who once viewed her world
Through your eyes,
It might brighten a few mornings
For her to know that she is still remembered.
Even now, after more than
A half century has come
And gone away.

Mann und Kind

One does not eat soup
With the long spoon.
It is used for meat alone;
The living flesh of those
Who, leaving care
Filled homes,
Filled holes
In fields
Of France
And else
Where rot the dreams
Of 'Mann und Kind' of
Europe's lonely Womanhood.


('Long Spoon' == The bayonet).

Fear

Inside each moment,
When there's little to give,
There's an instant where
Coward and Hero both live.

The battles which rage then
Are given no names,
Or loud martial music,
Or bursting of flames.

And yet, in a way
That we fear most of all,
It is there, in that instant,
We stand or we fall.

Miki

Like the wetness of our
Two bodies,
Must I remember always,
Even beyond this life,
How time has turned our fire
Into ashes?

ARGIVE

If you've sent for to know how the future will go,
Well then, this, I suspect, is the law:
We will outlive the Czars, and the Red Commisars,
But we'll still know the Bear by its claw.