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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508995" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Contemplation Of The Sword</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide.<br>The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel, <br> formerly used to kill men, but here<br>In the sense of a symbol. The sword: that is: the storms <br> and counter-storms of general destruction; killing <br> of men,<br>Destruction of all goods and materials; massacre, more or <br> less intentional, of children and women;<br>Destruction poured down from wings, the air made accomplice, <br> the innocent air<br>Perverted into assasin and poisoner.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sword: that is: treachery and cowardice, incredible <br> baseness, incredible courage, loyalties, insanities.<br>The sword: weeping and despair, mass-enslavement, <br> mass-tourture, frustration of all hopes<br>That starred man's forhead. Tyranny for freedom, horror for <br> happiness, famine for bread, carrion for children.<br>Reason will not decide at last, the sword will decide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear God, who are the whole splendor of things and the sacred <br> stars, but also the cruelty and greed, the treacheries<br>And vileness, insanities and filth and anguish: now that this <br> thing comes near us again I am finding it hard<br>To praise you with a whole heart.<br>I know what pain is, but pain can shine. I know what death is, <br> I have sometimes<br>Longed for it. But cruelty and slavery and degredation, <br> pestilence, filth, the pitifulness<br>Of men like hurt little birds and animals . . . if you were <br> only<br>Waves beating rock, the wind and the iron-cored earth,<br>With what a heart I could praise your beauty.<br>You will not repent, nor cancel life, nor free man from anguish<br>For many ages to come. You are the one that tortures himself to <br> discover himself: I am<br>One that watches you and discovers you, and praises you in little <br> parables, idyl or tragedy, beautiful<br>Intolerable God.<br>The sword: that is:<br>I have two sons whom I love. They are twins, they were born <br> in nineteen sixteen, which seemed to us a dark year<br>Of a great war, and they are now of the age<br>That war prefers. The first-born is like his mother, he is so <br> beautiful<br>That persons I hardly know have stopped me on the street to <br> speak of the grave beauty of the boy's face.<br>The second-born has strength for his beauty; when he strips <br> for swimming the hero shoulders and wrestler loins<br>Make him seem clothed. The sword: that is: loathsome disfigurements, <br> blindness, mutilation, locked lips of boys<br>Too proud to scream.<br>Reason will not decide at last: the sword will decide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robinson+Jeffers">Robinson Jeffers</a><div class=q>
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The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel, 
 formerly used to kill men, but here
In the sense of a symbol. The sword: that is: the storms 
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