"Spain1937"《西班牙：1937》(4)

 Of the evening paper: "Our day is our loss. O show us
 History the operator, the
 Organiser, Time the refreshing river."
And the nations combine each cry, invoking the life
 That shapes the individual belly and orders
 The private nocturnal terror:
 "Did you not found once the city state of the sponge,
"Raise the vast military empires of the shark

 And the tiger, establish the robin's plucky canton? district
 Intervene. O descend as a dove,or
 A furious papa or a mild engineer: but descend."
And the life, if it answers at all, replies from the heart
 And the eyes and the lungs, from the shops and squares of the city:
 "O no, am not the Mover,
 Not to-day, not to you. To you I'm the