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Post by octoberlost on Oct 1, 2004 10:31:31 GMT
Anarchy by John Henry Mackay
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Ever reviled, accursed, ne'er understood, Thou art the grisly terror of our age. "Wreck of all order," cry the multitude, "Art thou, and war and murder's endless rage." O, let them cry. To them that ne'er have striven The truth that lies behind a word to find, To them the word's right meaning was not given. They shall continue blind among the blind. But thou, O word, so clear, so strong, so pure, Thou sayest all which I for goal have taken. I give thee to the future! Thine secure When each at least unto himself shall waken. Comes it in sunshine? In the tempest's thrill? I cannot tell - but it the earth shall see! I am an Anarchist! Wherefore I will Not rule, and also ruled I will not be!
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Post by michele cryer on Oct 1, 2004 11:00:40 GMT
Hey octoberlost...what a great poem..should be used as our 'motto'...so others understand us!!! lol
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Post by Mitch on Oct 1, 2004 11:31:36 GMT
"Esther Roper was an extremely reticent woman with a marked distaste for personal exposure. She remains almost anonymous behind the organisations through which she worked and seems to have preferred the role of eminence grise to that of platform personality".
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