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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506912" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Star Splitter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">`You know Orion always comes up sideways. <br>Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, <br>And rising on his hands, he looks in on me <br>Busy outdoors by lantern-light with something <br>I should have done by daylight, and indeed, <br>After the ground is frozen, I should have done <br>Before it froze, and a gust flings a handful <br>Of waste leaves at my smoky lantern chimney <br>To make fun of my way of doing things, <br>Or else fun of Orion's having caught me. <br>Has a man, I should like to ask, no rights <br>These forces are obliged to pay respect to?' <br>So Brad McLaughlin mingled reckless talk <br>Of heavenly stars with hugger-mugger farming, <br>Till having failed at hugger-mugger farming <br>He burned his house down for the fire insurance <br>And spent the proceeds on a telescope <br>To satisfy a lifelong curiosity <br>About our place among the infinities. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`What do you want with one of those blame things?' <br>I asked him well beforehand. `Don't you get one!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Don't call it blamed; there isn't anything <br>More blameless in the sense of being less <br>A weapon in our human fight,' he said. <br>`I'll have one if I sell my farm to buy it.' <br>There where he moved the rocks to plow the ground <br>And plowed between the rocks he couldn't move, <br>Few farms changed hands; so rather than spend years <br>Trying to sell his farm and then not selling, <br>He burned his house down for the fire insurance <br>And bought the telescope with what it came to. <br>He had been heard to say by several: <br>`The best thing that we're put here for's to see; <br>The strongest thing that's given us to see with's <br>A telescope. Someone in every town <br>Seems to me owes it to the town to keep one. <br>In Littleton it might as well be me.' <br>After such loose talk it was no surprise <br>When he did what he did and burned his house down. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mean laughter went about the town that day <br>To let him know we weren't the least imposed on, <br>And he could wait---we'd see to him tomorrow. <br>But the first thing next morning we reflected <br>If one by one we counted people out <br>For the least sin, it wouldn't take us long <br>To get so we had no one left to live with. <br>For to be social is to be forgiving. <br>Our thief, the one who does our stealing from us, <br>We don't cut off from coming to church suppers, <br>But what we miss we go to him and ask for. <br>He promptly gives it back, that is if still <br>Uneaten, unworn out, or undisposed of. <br>It wouldn't do to be too hard on Brad <br>About his telescope. Beyond the age <br>Of being given one for Christmas gift, <br>He had to take the best way he knew how <br>To find himself in one. Well, all we said was <br>He took a strange thing to be roguish over. <br>Some sympathy was wasted on the house, <br>A good old-timer dating back along; <br>But a house isn't sentient; the house <br>Didn't feel anything. And if it did, <br>Why not regard it as a sacrifice, <br>And an old-fashioned sacrifice by fire, <br>Instead of a new-fashioned one at auction? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out of a house and so out of a farm <br>At one stroke (of a match), Brad had to turn <br>To earn a living on the Concord railroad, <br>As under-ticket-agent at a station <br>Where his job, when he wasn't selling tickets, <br>Was setting out, up track and down, not plants <br>As on a farm, but planets, evening stars <br>That varied in their hue from red to green. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He got a good glass for six hundred dollars. <br>His new job gave him leisure for stargazing. <br>Often he bid me come and have a look <br>Up the brass barrel, velvet black inside, <br>At a star quaking in the other end. <br>I recollect a night of broken clouds <br>And underfoot snow melted down to ice, <br>And melting further in the wind to mud. <br>Bradford and I had out the telescope. <br>We spread our two legs as we spread its three, <br>Pointed our thoughts the way we pointed it, <br>And standing at our leisure till the day broke, <br>Said some of the best things we ever said. <br>That telescope was christened the Star-Splitter, <br>Because it didn't do a thing but split <br>A star in two or three, the way you split <br>A globule of quicksilver in your hand <br>With one stroke of your finger in the middle. <br>It's a star-splitter if there ever was one, <br>And ought to do some good if splitting stars <br>'Sa thing to be compared with splitting wood. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We've looked and looked, but after all where are we? <br>Do we know any better where we are, <br>And how it stands between the night tonight <br>And a man with a smoky lantern chimney? <br>How different from the way it ever stood?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Frost">Robert Frost</a><div class=q>
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