Dag Hammarskjold, 'Untitled'
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war_poetry Untitled
The mine-detector
Weaves its old patter
Without end.
Words without import
Are lobbed to and fro
Between us.
Forgotten intrigues
With their spider's web
Snare our hands.
Choked by its clown's mask
And quite dry, my mind
Is crumbling.
by Dag Hammarskjöld
The mine-detector
Weaves its old patter
Without end.
Words without import
Are lobbed to and fro
Between us.
Forgotten intrigues
With their spider's web
Snare our hands.
Choked by its clown's mask
And quite dry, my mind
Is crumbling.
by Dag Hammarskjöld
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