<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509113" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Rock That Will Be A Cornerstone Of The House</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old garden of grayish and ochre lichen,<br>How long a rime since the brown people who have vanished from<br>here<br>Built fires beside you and nestled by you<br>Out of the ranging sea-wind? A hundred years, two hundred,<br>You have been dissevered from humanity<br>And only known the stubble squirrels and the headland rabbits,<br>Or the long-fetlocked plowhorses<br>Breaking the hilltop in December, sea-gulls following,<br>Screaming in the black furrow; no one<br>Touched you with love, the gray hawk and the red hawk touched<br>you<br>Where now my hand lies. So I have brought you<br>Wine and white milk and honey for the hundred years of famine<br>And the hundred cold ages of sea-wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I did not dream the taste of wine could bind with granite,<br>Nor honey and milk please you; but sweetly<br>They mingle down the storm-worn cracks among the mosses,<br>Interpenetrating the silent<br>Wing-prints of ancient weathers long at peace, and the older<br>Scars of primal fire, and the stone<br>Endurance that is waiting millions of years to carry<br>A corner of the house, this also destined.<br>Lend me the stone strength of the past and I will lend you<br>The wings of the future, for I have them.<br>How dear you will be to me when I too grow old, old comrade.</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=509113" data-title="To The Rock That Will Be A Cornerstone Of The House de Robinson Jeffers" data-description="Old garden of grayish and ochre lichen, How long a rime since the brown people who have vanished from here Built fires beside you and nestled by you Out of the ranging sea-wind? A hundred years, two hundred, You have been dissevered from humanity ..."></div> </div> </div>

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