("thousands---killed in action") You need the untranslatable ice to watch. You need to loiter a little among the vague Hushes, the clever evasions of the vagueness Above the healthy energy of decay. You need the untranslatable ice to watch, The purple and black to smell. Before your horror can be sweet. Or proper. Before you grief is other than discreet. The intellectual damn Will hurt your half-hurt. Quickly you are well. But weary. How you yawn, have yet to see Why nothing exhausts you like this sympathy. Gwendolyn Brooks "Appendix to the Anniad - leaves from a loose-leaf war diary"
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