- Technika:
- (walt whitman):
- Poznámky:
- As I ponder'd in silence,
returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long,
a Phantom arose before me with distrustful aspect,
terrible in beauty, age, and power,
the genius of poets of old lands,
as to me directing like flame its eyes,
with finger pointing to many immortal songs,
and menacing vioce, "What singest thou?" it said,
"Know'st thou not there it but one theme for ever-enduring bands?
and that is the theme of war, the fortune of battles,
the making of perfect soldiers."
"Be it so", then I answer'd,
I too haughty Shade also sing war, and a longer and greater one than any,
waged in my book with varying fortune, with flight, advance and retreat, victory deferr'd and wavering,
(yet methinks certain, or as good as certain, at the last,) the field the world,
for life and death, for the Body and for the eternal Soul,
lo, I too am come, chanting the chant of battles,
I above all promote brave soldiers."
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