The empire expands by war, and young men find excitement in the prospect, and possibly in the execution, and the survivors have their stories. And when the war has been successful, and the new province is incorporated, and sand and green-leafed plants cover the bones of the fallen, and the people live on under their new rulers, life goes on much as before, for the living.
The empire expands by war, and young men find excitement in the prospect, and possibly in the execution, and the survivors have their stories. And when the war has been successful, and the new province is incorporated, and sand and green-leafed plants cover the bones of the fallen, and the people live on under their new rulers, life goes on much as before, for the living.
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War kills, peace hollows.
Echoes of Ozymandias (Shelley). A lovely poem and translation Hyun Woo! 👏
Thank you! I thought of Ozymandias when translating it too. Sand does remind us of it, right?