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TOWERS OF GOD! POETS!
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Towers of God! Poets!
Lightning rods of heaven
that resist the fierce storms
like ordinary mountains,
like peaks in the wilderness!
breakwaters of evernight!
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Magic hope foretells
the day when the traitorous siren
will die on her musical rock.
Hope! Let us still hope!
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Still hope. The bestial element
consoles itself with its hatred
of blessed poetry, hurling
insults from race to race.
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The rebellion from below
is against excellence
the cannibal waits for his chunk of flesh
with red guns and sharpened teeth.
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Towers, fasten a smile to your banner.
Confront this evil and suspicion
with a proud puff of the breeze
and the tranquillity of the sea and sky -
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