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Robert Laurence Binyon - August AfternoonRobert Laurence Binyon - August Afternoon
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Thump of a horse`s hoof behind the hedge; Long stripes of shadow, and green flame in the grass Between them; discrowned, glaucous poppy--pods On their tall stalks; a rose With its great thorns blood--red in the slant light; Round apples swelling on the apple--boughs:-- Over these, over the rich quiet, comes Out of no--where a `plane in the high blue Driving its angry furrow across the sky, Outstrips the slow clouds, throbs, an urgent roar, Right overhead, and fiercely vanishes. The quiet has become strange. Like from pools A noiseless water issuing, memories, Surmises, apprehensions, traceless thoughts, Glide with brief visions on the mind, drifting From shadow into shadow; and then a pang Sudden as when a meteor scars the night: See where Christ`s blood streams in the firmament! Dead faces of the young, that see nothing... The unknown wounds, everywhere, everywhere... And then from the inner to the outer sense Returns the sun--warm quiet on the grass, The poppy charged with sleep, the red, red thorns, The stamping of the horse behind the hedge, The strong slow patience of the living earth And the apple ripening on the apple--tree Almost as if I felt it in my flesh.
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