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HORSE OF A DIFFERENT COLOUR Auden & Isherwood strolling in China trying to soak up The War by the process of osmosis staining it with words observe (at first what seems) green horses but turns out to be only white horses painted green for camouflage purposes. That evening in Canton also offering them the futility of two men trying to put a rat into a bottle a woman who lived in a beehive pouring water into a sieve. War knocks over the inkwell spills into men’s lives covers the white pages of their wishes makes the idea of Hell ...all too real. The spilt ink eating the words of men who send letters home and die in pain never to return only in other’s memories & useless dreams marble memorials while green horses champ the grasses the bridles & the bits clanking & glinting in the hot sun of Now. as this last lost evening dies.
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 5:46 AM UTC
HORSE OF A DIFFERENT COLOUR
HORSE OF A DIFFERENT COLOUR Auden & Isherwood strolling in China trying to soak up The War by the process of osmosis staining it with words observe (at first what seems) green horses but turns out to be only white horses painted green for camouflage purposes. That evening in Canton also offering them the futility of two men trying to put a rat into a bottle a woman who lived in a beehive pouring water into a sieve. War knocks over the inkwell spills into men’s lives covers the white pages of their wishes makes the idea of Hell ...all too real. The spilt ink eating the words of men who send letters home and die in pain never to return only in other’s memories & useless dreams marble memorials while green horses champ the grasses the bridles & the bits clanking & glinting in the hot sun of Now. as this last lost evening dies.
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 5:46 AM UTC
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