The Great fire of London

In 1666, the first week of September, there was a fire in London, the so called Great Fire of London. It was a real disaster and destroyed so many buildings, homes to poor people.

As you all know, something similar has been going on in the past few weeks, in London. I am not here to compare the events because both break my heart into pieces. But there's a poem which describes what it is all about, or, rather, the essence of it.

The Coming of War: Actæon - by Ezra Pound

An image of Lethe, and the fields
Full of faint light but golden,
Gray cliffs, and beneath them
A sea
Harsher than granite, unstill, never ceasing;

High forms with the movement of gods,
Perilous aspect;

And one said:
"This is Actæon."
Actaeon of golden greaves!

Over fair meadows,
Over the cool face of that field,
Unstill, ever moving,
Host of an ancient people,
The silent cortège.