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Various

"Georgian Poetry 1913-15"

I will stay here.

Sollers:
Ay, creep
Into your oven. You'll be cooler there.--
O my God, we'll all be coals in an hour!

[Shouts again.]

Huff:
And I have naught to stand in my heart upright,
And vow it made my living time worth more
Than if my time had been death in a grave!

[Several persons run in.]

The Crowd:
1. The river's the place!
2. The only safe place now!
3. Best all charge down to the river!
4. For there's a blaze,
A travelling blaze comes racing along the earth.

Sollers:
'Tis true. The air's red-hot above the hills.

The Crowd:
1. Ay, but the burning now crests the hill-tops
In quiver of yellow flame.
2. And a great smoke
Waving and tumbling upward.
3. The river now!
4. The only place we have, not to be roasted!

Merrick:
And what will make us water-rats or otters,
To keep our breath still living through a dive
That lasts until the earth's burnt out? Or how
Would that trick serve, when we stand up to gasp,
And find the star waiting for our plunged heads
To knock them into pummy?

Vine:
Scarce more dazed
I'ld be with that than now.


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