The magic of our ancient wars
And of the bastions in the red
Of cannon firing and light
That magic recall I
But through my verse.
The houses trembling with
The sounds of war:
Inhabitants and humans
Who roam about
As ants
When
Seen from above.
The magic of our ancient wars
And of the bastions in the red
Of cannon firing and light
That magic recall I
But through my verse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem