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Civilized, crying: how to be human again; this will tell you how.
Turn outward, love things, not men, turn right away from humanity,
Let that doll lie.
Consider if you like how the lilies grow,
Lean on the silent rock until you feel its
Make your veins cold; look at the silent stars, let your
Climb the great ladder out of the pit of yourself and man.
Things are so beautiful, your love will follow your eyes;
Things are the God; you will love God and not in vain,
For what we love, we grow to it, we share its nature.
At
You will look back along the star's rays and see that
The poor doll humanity has a place under heaven.
Its qualities repair their mosaic around you, the chips of
And sickness; but now you are free, even to be human,
But born of the rock and the air, not of a woman.
Robinson Jeffers
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