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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509089" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Great Sunset</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A flight of six heavy-motored bombing-planes<br>Went over the beautiful inhuman ridges a straight course northward;<br>the incident stuck itself in my memory<br>More than a flight of band-tail pigeons might have done<br>Because those wings of man and potential war seemed really intrusive<br>above the remote canyon.<br>They changed it; I cannot say they profaned it, but the memory<br>All day remained like a false note in familiar music, and suggested<br>no doubt<br>The counter-fantasy that came to my eyes in the evening, on the<br>ocean cliff.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I came from the canyon twilight<br>Exactly at sunset to the open shore, and felt like a sudden extension<br>of consciousness the wild free light<br>And biting north-wind. The cloud-sky had lifted from the western<br>horizon and left a long yellow panel<br>Between the slate-edge ocean and the eyelid cloud; the smoky<br>ball of the sun rolled on the sea-line<br>And formless bits of vapor flew across, but when the sun was<br>down<br>The panel of clear sky brightened, the rags of moving cloud took<br>memorable shapes, dark on the light,<br>Whether I was dreaming or not, they became spears and war-axes,<br>horses and sabres, gaunt battle-elephants<br>With towered backs; they became catapults and siege-guns, high-tilted<br>howitzers, long tractors, armored and turreted;<br>They became battleships and destroyers, and great fleets of warplanes<br>... all the proud instruments<br>Of man imposing his will upon weaker men: they were like a<br>Roman triumph, but themselves the captives,<br>A triumph in reverse: all the tools of victory<br>Whiffed away on the north-wind into a cloud like a conflagration,<br>swept from the earth, no man<br>From this time on to exploit nor subdue any other man. I thought,<br>'What a pity our kindest dreams<br>Are complete liars,' and turned from the glowing west toward<br>the cold twilight. 'To be truth-bound, the neutral<br>Detested by all the dreaming factions, is my errand here.'</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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Went over the beautiful inhuman ridges a straight course northward;
the incident stuck itself in my memory
More than a flight of band-tail pigeons might have done
Because those wings of man and potentia..."></div>
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