<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thebaid</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How many turn back toward dreams and magic, how many<br>children<br>Run home to Mother Church, Father State,<br>To find in their arms the delicious warmth and folding of souls.<br>The age weakens and settles home toward old ways.<br>An age of renascent faith: Christ said, Marx wrote, Hitler says,<br>And though it seems absurd we believe.<br>Sad children, yes. It is lonely to be adult, you need a father.<br>With a little practice you'll believe anything.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Faith returns, beautiful, terrible, ridiculous,<br>And men are willing to die and kill for their faith.<br>Soon come the wars of religion; centuries have passed<br>Since the air so trembled with intense faith and hatred.<br>Soon, perhaps, whoever wants to live harmlessly<br>Must find a cave in the mountain or build a cell<br>Of the red desert rock under dry junipers,<br>And avoid men, live with more kindly wolves<br>And luckier ravens, waiting for the end of the age.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hermit from stone cell<br>Gazing with great stunned eyes,<br>What extravagant miracle<br>Has amazed them with light,<br>What visions, what crazy glory, what wings?<br>I see the sun set and rise<br>And the beautiful desert sand<br>And the stars at night,<br>The incredible magnificence of things.<br>I the last living man<br>That sees the real earth and skies,<br>Actual life and real death.<br>The others are all prophets and believers<br>Delirious with fevers of faith.</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=509106" data-title="Thebaid de Robinson Jeffers" data-description="How many turn back toward dreams and magic, how many children Run home to Mother Church, Father State, To find in their arms the delicious warmth and folding of souls. The age weakens and settles home toward old ways. An age of renascent faith: Ch..."></div> </div> </div>

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