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<title>Anthem for Doomed Youth</title>
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<description><![CDATA[What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
   Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
   Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries for them; no prayers nor bells,
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, --
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all?
   Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
...]]></description>
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<title>Dulce Et Decorum Est</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.

GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone...]]></description>
<pubDate>Sun, 1 Jul 2007 01:34:19 PDT</pubDate>
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<title>The Tale of a Sprinter in the Winter of 1938</title>
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<description><![CDATA[THE PAST - 

I am an athlete from Berlin,
my feet are fast and swift.
I can run faster than anyone.
Truly, this is the Lord's gift!

Any race I participate in,
I always come in first,
for I tell myself, "I HAVE to win";
it is like a great thirst.

Even if someone, somehow passes me,
I put on an extra burst of speed
and run past him, leaving him behind;
thus, I take the lead.

I once thought, "If I keep running this way,
I might be in the Olympics, some day."

THE PRESENT -...]]></description>
<pubDate>Sun, 1 Jul 2007 01:31:51 PDT</pubDate>
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<title>&quot;Holocaust&quot;</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Holocaust.

How do you 
explain that term
to a ten-
year old boy
who, one day,
hears it mentioned
by some relatives?

And even if
you do manage
to make him 
understand what it
actually does mean,
do you also
tell him that
because he is

A GERMAN JEW,

perhaps, some day,
he might be
included in it...?

Or should he
just not be
told, so that
he remains calm
and doesn't lose
sleep over it?

But what is sleep,
in front of death?
Perhaps Death is greater,
perhaps...]]></description>
<pubDate>Sun, 1 Jul 2007 01:29:37 PDT</pubDate>
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