I am heaping the bones of the old mother
To build us a hold against the host of the air;
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Wise men in their bad hours have envied
The little people making merry like grasshoppers
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The Atlantic is a stormy moat; and the Mediterranean,
The blue pool in the old garden,
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No bitterness: our ancestors did it.
They were only ignorant and hopeful, they wanted freedom but wealth too.
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The extraordinary patience of things!
This beautiful place defaced with a crop of surburban houses-
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Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide.
The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel,
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The deer were bounding like blown leaves
Under the smoke in front the roaring wave of the brush-fire;
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The broken pillar of the wing jags from the clotted shoulder,
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If God has been good enough to give you a poet
Then listen to him. But for God's sake let him alone until he is dead;
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"I hate my verses, every line, every word.
Oh pale and brittle pencils ever to try
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The heads of strong old age are beautiful
Beyond all grace of youth. They have strange quiet,
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A little too abstract, a little too wise,
It is time for us to kiss the earth again,
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Here is a symbol in which
Many high tragic thoughts
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There is a hawk that is picking the birds out of our sky,
She killed the pigeons of peace and security,
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We have now won two world-wars, neither of which concerned us, we were
slipped in. We have leveled the powers
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When the sun shouts and people abound
One thinks there were the ages of stone and the age of
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Then what is the answer?- Not to be deluded by dreams.
To know that great civilizations have broken down into violence,
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I followed the narrow cliffside trail half way up the mountain
Above the deep river-canyon. There was a little cataract crossed the path,
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The universe expands and contracts like a great heart.
It is expanding, the farthest nebulae
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Our sardine fishermen work at night in the dark
of the moon; daylight or moonlight
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Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
Challengers of oblivion
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I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside
Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling
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That public men publish falsehoods
Is nothing new. That America must accept
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When I considered it too closely, when I wore it like an element
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Beyond the great valley an odd instinctive rising
Begins to possess the ground, the flatness gathers
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The world has many seas, Mediterranean, Atlantic, but
here is the shore of the one ocean.
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The bird with the dark plumes in my blood,
That never for one moment however I patched my truces
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If you should look for this place after a handful
of lifetimes:
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Joy is a trick in the air; pleasure is merely
contemptible, the dangled
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They burned lime on the hill and dropped it down
here in an iron car
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