 This poem originally appeared in EuropeNow, on 16 May 2023. Europe is a castle. Where the wide plains of Asia strangle, stand its chiselled outline, its inner moat, its ocean-backed towers. Europe is a castle.
An aggregate of shelters, propitious to resistance, where the hopes come to vanish of the empire and the tyrant. Europe is a castle. A monument of myriad memories, forged by tireless centuries, a motley mosaic of eras, styles, and dreams. Europe is a castle. A vertiginous testimony to human audacity, where the eyes of the world first met, like a sun born from its rays. Europe is a castle. And Ukraine is its rampart. Comments are closed.
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My name is Pierre Haroche and I am a specialist in European integration and European security.
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