[Time: 1937
Place: Spain, at the front, where Orwell was
fighting the forces of Franco]
(1)
When an aeroplane swoops down
and uses its machine-gun,
and uses its machine-gun,
the sound, from below,
is like a fluttering of wings.
(2)
As the yellow dawn comes up behind us,
the Andalusian sentry, muffled in his cloak,
begins singing.
Across no man’s land,
a hundred or two hundred yards
away,,
you can hear the Fascist
sentry also singing.
-- George Orwell, Homage to Catalonia (1938; publ.
1943)
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