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we ferried our past across here our furniture our favourite things the familiar parts of our life
we reconstructed them to make ourselves an opulent future and barricade oblivion
you will recognise us among these everlasting earth-treasures in a gold mask or in black granite
in the clean slot of a hieroglyphic though you thought we were dead and strange you will recognise us we are
still here we are the westerners
Poem prefacing the GUIDE TO THE POETS OF THE FIRST WORLD WAR
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