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- Jewel of Dresden
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Click hereFrauenkirche, jewel of Dresden,
shined in the quiet peace of the Elbe.
The Church of Our Lady weathered
the winds of ancient storms:
the Seven Years War reigned
as the Bell of Stone rang out,
unscathed by the hail of cannon
to echo in peace with Bach and Wagner.
Two hundred years the sandstone dome
graced the sunrise of an ancient city,
a city of art, of architecture and music,
only to feel the heat, taste the smoke
of Ash Wednesday, Nineteen Forty-Five,
as in its flickering shadows
the city burned, the people died
in the nightmare incendiary firestorm.
Tears boiled in the basements,
flesh seared in the streets,
and at the river, the rain of bullets
soaked the refugees in red.
Frauenkirche, jewel of Dresden
knelt into the firestorm as the
Bell of Stone fell the morning after
Ash Wednesday, Nineteen Forty-Five.
- COMMENTS
dcpoet44about 19 years agome to think of aspects of 911. but this is a bit more than just that. i can feel the intensity throughout......nice job!!
twelveooneabout 19 years agoBrave to do this, some lines would be better to be redone:
the city burned, the people died
in the nightmare incendiary firestorm.
and at the river, the rain of bullets
soaked the refugees in red.
