<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509082" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dead To Clemenceau:</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">NOVEMBER, 1929<br>Come (we say) Clemenceau.<br>Why should you live longer than others? The vacuum that sucked<br>Us down, and the former stars, draws at you also.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No wrench for a man near ninety.<br>They were younger who crowded us out of distinction the year you drove them<br>Like flies on a fire. We don't say it was wrong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We don't say it was right.<br>These heavy choices are less than verbal, down here, to us dead.<br>Never a thorn in the crown of greatness down here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not even Wilson laments here<br>The cuckoo brood of design. This is the cave you conjectured;<br>Nothing in death, as nothing in life, surprises you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You were not surprised when France<br>Put you aside, when the war was finished, as a sick man mending<br>Puts aside the strong poison that turned his fever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You'd not be surprised to hear<br>Your enemies praising your name and the Paris cannon applaud you;<br>Not surprised, nor much pleased, nor envious of more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your negative straightness of mind<br>And bleached like a drowned man's cast-up thigh-bone by eroding age-<br>Hardly required the clear corrections of death.</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=509082" data-title="The Dead To Clemenceau: de Robinson Jeffers" data-description="NOVEMBER, 1929 Come (we say) Clemenceau. Why should you live longer than others? The vacuum that sucked Us down, and the former stars, draws at you also. No wrench for a man near ninety. They were younger who crowded us out of distinction the yea..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black