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The Stars Go Over The Lonely Ocean

Unhappy about some far off

That are not my affair,

Along the coast and up the lean ridges,

I saw in the

The stars go over the lonely ocean,

And a black-maned wild

Plowing with his snout on Mal Paso Mountain.

The old monster snuffled, "Here are sweet roots,

Fat grubs, slick beetles and sprouted acorns.

The best nation in Europe has fallen,

And that is Finland,

But the stars go over the lonely ocean,"The old black-bristled boar,

Tearing the sod on Mal Paso Mountain."The world's in a bad way, my man,

And bound to be worse before it mends;

Better lie up in the mountain

Four or five centuries,

While the stars go over the lonely ocean,"Said the old father of wild pigs,

Plowing the fallow on Mal Paso Mountain."Keep clear of the dupes that talk

And the dogs that talk revolution,

Drunk with talk, liars and believers.

I believe in my tusks.

Long live freedom and damn the ideologies,"Said the gamey black-maned

Tusking the turf on Mal Paso Mountain.

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Robinson Jeffers

John Robinson Jeffers (January 10, 1887 – January 20, 1962) was an American poet, known for his work about the central California coast. Much of…

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