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Unformatted text preview: The Dance by Siamanto In the town of Bardez where Armenians were still dying, a German woman, trying not to cry told me the horror she witnessed: This thing I'm telling you about, 5 I saw with my own eyes. Behind my window of hell I clenched my teeth and watched with my pitiless eyes: the town of Bardez turned 10 into a heap of ashes. Corpses piled high as trees. From the waters, from the springs, from the streams and the road, the stubborn murmur of your blood, 15 still revenges in my ear. Don't be afraid. I must tell you what I saw, so people will understand the crimes men do to men. For two days, by the road to the graveyard... Let the hearts of the world understand. 20 It was Sunday morning, the first useless Sunday dawning on the corpses. From dawn to dusk in my room, with a stabbed woman, my tears wetting her death. Suddenly I heard from afar 25 a dark crowd standing in a vineyard lashing twenty brides and singing dirty songs. Leaving the half-dead girl on the straw mattress, I went to the balcony of my window 30 and the crowd seemed to thicken like a clump of trees....
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This note was uploaded on 09/19/2011 for the course HON 2150C taught by Professor Fiero during the Fall '11 term at St. Johns Duplicate.
- Fall '11