And so the two armies march to war
in their armour of red and green
wanting to wipe each other out
before they themselves are erased
Armed with long swords and maces
claymores and heavy axes
not a bow or gun to be seen
they prefer to fight up close
11041984 in both armies
as they line up to face each other
each man ready to kill
and every one with my face
Day and night they fight it out
neither side stopping to rest and sleep
first one side and then the other
try to gain an advantage
It's not known which side will be victorious
and what the overall cost will be
all I know is that I will win
but which one I can not tell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tenor + Vehicle = Figure of speech So theorized I. A, Richards, whose views haunted my English major studies. In this poem you create a vivid VEHICLE in the precisely pictured details of an almost Homeric battlefield; without graphic details you still made the murderous nature of warfare real. But TENOR it seems you are leaving it up to your readers to draw that conclusion. So here goes: the key line is EVERY MAN WITH MY FACE, so the narrator who says he thinks his side will win could just as well say he thinks his side will lose, These INTERNAL WARS are really infernal in the way they do so much damage to self. I wonder what would constitute of truce? Or would both sides reject a truce immediately? My feeling is they would reject one - fighting is too much an ingrained habit of the inner self. (Woody Allen says in MANHATTAN, I don't show anger, I turn it inward and get tumors.)