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Resources => Poetry [Public] => Topic started by: erik on October 17, 2006, 05:47:30 PM
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James Elroy Flecker
THE GOLDEN JOURNEY TO SAMARKAND
We are the Pilgrims, master; we shall go
Always a little further: it may be
Beyond that last blue mountain barred with snow,
Across that angry or that glimmering sea,
White on a throne or guarded in a cave
There lives a prophet who can understand
Why men were born: but surely we are brave,
Who take the Golden Road to Samarkand.
Sweet to ride forth at evening from the wells
When shadows pass gigantic on the sand,
And softly through the silence beat the bells
Along the Golden Road to Samarkand.
We travel not for trafficking alone;
By hotter winds our fiery hearts are fanned:
For lust of knowing what should not be known
We make the Golden Journey to Samarkand.
Pilgrims...how wide a term
engulfing all that walk
this world so beautiful!
British Special Forces use the first verse of this poem as their motto.
Men, who do not agree
that there are things impossible
they merely pilgrims are.
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This is a beautiful poem - I may even use in a song.
I haven't a clue what the last part is about - in italics - but the main poem is a beauty!