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Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Hiroshima

DIRGE FOR THE NEW SUNRISE
(Fifteen minutes past eight o'clock, on the morning of Monday and 6th of August, 1945)

Bound to my heart as Ixion to the wheel,
Nailed to my heart as the Thief upon the Cross,
I hang between our Christ and the gap where the world was lost

And watch the phantom Sun in Famine Street
- The ghost of the heart of Man . . . red Cain
And the more murderous brain
Of Man, still redder Nero that conceived that death
Of his mother Earth, and tore
Her womb, to know the place where he was conceived.

But no eyes grieved -
For none were left for tears:
They were blinded as the years
Since Christ was born. Mother or Murderer, you have given or taken life -
Now all is one!

There was a morning when the holy Light
Was young. The beautiful First Creature came
To our water-springs, and thought us without blame,.
Our hearts seemed safe in our breasts and sang to the Light -
The marrow in the bone
We dreamed was safe . . . the blood in the veins, the sap in the tree
Were springs of Deity.

But I saw the little Ant-men as they ran
Carrying the world's weight of the world's filth
And the filth in the heart of Man -
Compressed till that heat came soundless, shook the sky
As if in search of food, and squeezed the stems
Of all that grows on the earth till they were dry
- And drank the marrow of the bone:
The eyes that saw, the lips that kissed, are gone
Or black as thunder lie and grin at the murdered Sun.

The living blind and seeing Dead together lie
As if in love . . . There was no more hating then,
And no more love: Gone is the heart of Man.

- Edith Sitwell.



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