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Слушать(AI)A Certain Man
A certain man wishes to be a
Of this earth; he also wants to beA saint and master of the being-world.
Conscience cannot exist in the first:
The second cannot exist without conscience.
Therefore he, who has enough
To be disturbed but not enough to
Compelled, can neither reject the
Nor follow the other…
Jean Toomer
Jean Toomer (born Nathan Pinchback Toomer, December 26, 1894 – March 30, 1967) was an American poet and novelist commonly associated with the Ha
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