Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you fore-defeated
Challengers of oblivion
Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down,
The square-limbed Roman letters
Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well
Builds his monument mockingly:
For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth dies, the brave sun
Die blind, his heart blackening:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained thoughts found
The honey peace in old poems.
The Stone Cutters by Robinson Jeffers
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The modern culture we live in does quite a lot to make me hate poetry, but you show me why I shouldn’t, Gerard. Thank you.
Thanks Monty. I’ll try to keep doing that. In a dark time, some have to carry the candles.
“Keep clear of the dupes that talk democracy
And the dogs that talk revolution,
Drunk with talk, liars and believers.
I believe in my tusks.
Long live freedom and damn the ideologies,”
Said the gamey black-maned boar
Tusking the turf on Mal Paso Mountain.
Well, hell, I love that so much I’m putting it in the sidebar.
Small recompense for the furnishings I have found here, for the room in my head.