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Слушать(AI)To The Stone-Cutters
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you fore
Challengers of
Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down,
The square-limbed Roman
Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain.
The poet as
Builds his monument mockingly;
For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave
Die blind and blacken to the heart:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained thoughts
The honey of peace in old poems.
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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