The Ruins Of The Castle At Balaklava

Adam Mickiewicz

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These castles heaped in shattered piles once graced
And guarded you, Crimea, thankless land!
Today like giant skulls set high they stand
And shelter reptiles, or men more debased.
Upon that tower a coat of arms is traced,
And letters, some dead hero's name, whose hand
Scourged armies. Now he sleeps forgotten and
The grapevine holds him, like a worm, embraced.
Here Greeks have chiseled Attic ornament,
Italians cast the Mongols into chains
And pilgrims chanted slowly, Mecca bent:
Today the black-winged vulture only reigns
As in a city, dead and pestilent,
Where mourning banners flutter to the plains.

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  • vivien15c144

    Not really my cup of tea, this poem tbh 😐 Quite gloomy and a bit hard to follow, no? What's with the references to different places and time periods? Homework is such a drag sometimes. 🙄 #StudentLife #Confused.