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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509078" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Coast-Road</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A horseman high alone as an eagle on the spur of the mountain<br>over Mirmas Canyon draws rein, looks down<br>At the bridge-builders, men, trucks, the power-shovels, the teeming<br>end of the new coast-road at the mountain's base.<br>He sees the loops of the road go northward, headland beyond<br>headland, into gray mist over Eraser's Point,<br>He shakes his fist and makes the gesture of wringing a chicken's<br>neck, scowls and rides higher.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I too<br>Believe that the life of men who ride horses, herders of cattle on<br>the mountain pasture, plowers of remote<br>Rock-narrowed farms in poverty and freedom, is a good life. At<br>the far end of those loops of road<br>Is what will come and destroy it, a rich and vulgar and bewildered<br>civilization dying at the core,<br>A world that is feverishly preparing new wars, peculiarly vicious<br>ones, and heavier tyrannies, a strangely<br>Missionary world, road-builder, wind-rider, educator, printer and<br>picture-maker and broadcaster,<br>So eager, like an old drunken whore, pathetically eager to impose<br>the seduction of her fled charms<br>On all that through ignorance or isolation might have escaped<br>them. I hope the weathered horseman up yonder<br>Will die before he knows what this eager world will do to his<br>children. More tough-minded men<br>Can repulse an old whore, or cynically accept her drunken kindnesses<br>for what they are worth,<br>But the innocent and credulous are soon corrupted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where is our<br>consolation? Beautiful beyond belief<br>The heights glimmer in the sliding cloud, the great bronze gorge-cut<br>sides of the mountain tower up invincibly,<br>Not the least hurt by this ribbon of road carved on their sea-foot.</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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