<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509035" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>No Resurrection</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Friendship, when a friend meant a helping sword,<br>Faithfulness, when power and life were its fruits, hatred, when the hated<br>Held steel at your throat or had killed your children, were more than metaphors.<br>Life and the world were as bright as knives.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now, if I should recall my ruins<br>From the grass-roots and build my body again in the heavy grave,<br>Twist myself naked up through the earth like a strong white worm,<br>Tip the great stone, gulp the white air,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And live once more after long ages<br>In the change of the world: I should find the old human affections hollowed.<br>Should I need a friend? No one will really stab me from behind,<br>The people in the land of the living walk weaponless.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Should I hate an enemy? The evil-doers<br>Are pitiable now. Or to whom be faithful? Of whom seek faith?<br>Who has eaten of the victor's feast and shared the fugitive silence<br>Of beaten men on the mountain: suffer</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Resurrection to join this midge-dance<br>Of gutted and multiplied echoes of life in the latter sun?<br>Dead man, be quiet. A fool of a merchant, who'd sell good earth<br>And grass again to make modern flesh.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509035" data-title="No Resurrection de Robinson Jeffers" data-description="Friendship, when a friend meant a helping sword, Faithfulness, when power and life were its fruits, hatred, when the hated Held steel at your throat or had killed your children, were more than metaphors. Life and the world were as bright as knives..."></div> </div> </div>

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