The End
After the blast of lightning from the east,
The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot Throne;
After the drums of time have rolled and ceased,
And by the bronze west long retreat is blown,
Shall Life renew these bodies? Of a truth,
All death will he annul, all tears assuage?
Or fill these void veins full again with youth,
And wash, with an immortal water, age?
When I do ask white Age, he saith not so:
'My head hangs weighed with snow.'
And when I hearken to the Earth, she saith:
'My fiery heart shrinks, aching. It is death.
Mine ancient scars shall not be glorified,
Nor my titanic tears, the seas, be dried.'
Wilfred Owen
March 18th 1893Nov 4th 1918
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my dyslexi is getting worse. I just made a post and stared at "what" trying to figure out how I had mispelled it. I had not mispelled it.
Hookah from the arab gas station on charlotte. I love those guys. peach tobacco. but my roommate onlt want to smoke non tobacco out of it. I like the tobacco.
After the blast of lightning from the east,
The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot Throne;
After the drums of time have rolled and ceased,
And by the bronze west long retreat is blown,
Shall Life renew these bodies? Of a truth,
All death will he annul, all tears assuage?
Or fill these void veins full again with youth,
And wash, with an immortal water, age?
When I do ask white Age, he saith not so:
'My head hangs weighed with snow.'
And when I hearken to the Earth, she saith:
'My fiery heart shrinks, aching. It is death.
Mine ancient scars shall not be glorified,
Nor my titanic tears, the seas, be dried.'
Wilfred Owen
March 18th 1893Nov 4th 1918
edit
my dyslexi is getting worse. I just made a post and stared at "what" trying to figure out how I had mispelled it. I had not mispelled it.
Hookah from the arab gas station on charlotte. I love those guys. peach tobacco. but my roommate onlt want to smoke non tobacco out of it. I like the tobacco.