How sad. These knights are too old to fight and are reduced to sitting in chairs and continuing their conflict by silent hate-filled glares. Theirs is a cold sadness because old age has taken the fire out of them but they are still smoldering with hatred. These men are really arrested in societal roles they can no longer perform. They lived by the sword but didn't die by the sword. They are are dying by boredom. This is a remarkable poem.
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How sad. These knights are too old to fight and are reduced to sitting in chairs and continuing their conflict by silent hate-filled glares. Theirs is a cold sadness because old age has taken the fire out of them but they are still smoldering with hatred. These men are really arrested in societal roles they can no longer perform. They lived by the sword but didn't die by the sword. They are are dying by boredom. This is a remarkable poem.