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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509043" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Post Mortem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Happy people die whole, they are all dissolved in a moment,<br>they have had what they wanted,<br>No hard gifts; the unhappy<br>Linger a space, but pain is a thing that is glad to be forgotten;<br>but one who has given<br>His heart to a cause or a country,<br>His ghost may spaniel it a while, disconsolate to watch it. I was<br>wondering how long the spirit<br>That sheds this verse will remain<br>When the nostrils are nipped, when the brain rots in its vault<br>or bubbles in the violence of fire<br>To be ash in metal. I was thinking<br>Some stalks of the wood whose roots I married to the earth of<br>this place will stand five centuries;<br>I held the roots in my hand,<br>The stems of the trees between two fingers: how many remote<br>generations of women<br>Will drink joy from men's loins,<br>And dragged from between the thighs of what mothers will<br>giggle at my ghost when it curses the axemen,<br>Gray impotent voice on the sea-wind,<br>When the last trunk falls? The women's abundance will have<br>built roofs over all this foreland;<br>Will have buried the rock foundations<br>I laid here: the women's exuberance will canker and fail in its<br>time and like clouds the houses<br>Unframe, the granite of the prime<br>Stand from the heaps: come storm and wash clean: the plaster<br>is all run to the sea and the steel<br>All rusted; the foreland resumes<br>The form we loved when we saw it. Though one at the end of<br>the age and far off from this place<br>Should meet my presence in a poem,<br>The ghost would not care but be here, long sunset shadow in the<br>seams of the granite, and forgotten<br>The flesh, a spirit for the stone.</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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