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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RUIN IN CATHAY: 2. 1938, by J. F. HARRIS
First Line: War lifts its iron head above the wall
Last Line: Winged death glides low over china's plains.
Subject(s): China; World War Ii; Second World War
First Line: War lifts its iron head above the wall
Last Line: Winged death glides low over china's plains.
Subject(s): China; World War Ii; Second World War
War lifts its iron head above the wall
Of the blue sea. Quivering nostrils spout
A lurid flame that levels each redout
Of the defenders. Buildings burst and fall
Apart. And underneath the debris sprawl
The broken forms of those that were about
Life's small pursuits when they perceived the shout,
Too late, of comrades fleeing from the pall.
Across the land, the fields extend in browns
And mauves. Country highways pulse crazily
In a shimmer of heat. Their dusty mains
Are filled with frightened ones fleeing the towns.
Huge shadows scythe them like a malady;
Winged death glides low over China's plains.
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