The Mature Laurel Poem by Cyprian Kamil Norwid
The Mature Laurel
Only through solitary wars
Are future readers won;
You will neither dwell in halls
In the Temple of your choice,
Nor will own a private portal:
Someone will unlock the grille,
And what in life were wings
History may bring to heel !…
Today's screaming boasts
Which you take for trumpet blasts
Are votes being cast,
And silence - the ballot count.
Thursday, October 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: war
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